Lyrics Martyr (feat. Mugxtsu, Venting Palace, Saint Sleep, Lord Distortion, Kaiser, Navvvi & Depth Strida) - nAvvvi , Lord Distortion , Papa Sleep , Venting Palace , Mugxtsu , Depth Strida , Mercenaries , Kaiser
I
don't
care,
a
little
about
you
I
don't
like,
a
single
thing
about
you
I
don't
care,
a
little
about
you
I
don't
like,
a
single
thing
about
you
Knock
knock
it's
the
mercs
better
open
up
the
door
When
we
step
into
the
party,
weapons
shake
you
to
the
core
Best
bet
you
ain't
existin
anymore
When
I
pull
the
trigger
splatter
brains
all
up
on
the
floor
I
do
not
give
no
fucks
about
the
rap
game
Or
bout
some
damn
fame,
a
matter
of
fact
Don't
you
think
we
can't
tell
that
all
of
you
artists
Spew
all
of
your
content
right
out
of
your
ass?
Sold
my
halo
for
some
crack
bitch
Mercenaries
in
the
trenches
better
watch
your
back
bitch
Tear
the
branches
off
yo
family
tree
You
a
fan
of
me
just
to
get
the
bands
off
me
Rip
the
helping
hand
right
off
the
body
Crash
the
lambo
Man
down
man
down
Airstrike
inbound
Think
we
get
around
now
You
an
imitation
infiltration
on
your
garrison
We
tear
em
up
and
now
they
headless
tryna
find
the
rest
I
don't
care,
a
little
about
you
I
don't
like,
a
single
thing
about
you
I
don't
care,
a
little
about
you
I
don't
like,
a
single
thing
about
you
Pour
one
Fucking
wit
a
40
and
a
short
gun
Shorty
wanna
fuck
wit
me
I'd
order
me
a
short
cut
Swervin
in
the
fast
lane
Boy
you
need
a
lug
nut
Rolling
off
the
track
while
we
lapping
like
your
girl
does
Backpack,
cap
about
his
crack
He
ain't
have
none
Black
jack
pull
his
card
homie
never
had
one
Doused
up
flames
fuck
around
and
burn
his
house
up
Stuffing
up
chems
like
a
hog
when
it
ground
up
Mercenaries
on
the
track,
we
be
pot
hole
speeding
We
ain't
worried
bout
your
gang
bitch
your
not
so
even
You
a
walking
fucking
fail
you
is
not
sum
demon
Little
pussy
looking
frail
fucking
snot
nosed
cretin
If
we
pull
up
then
we
shoot
back
corny
looking
boombap
When
you
drop
a
track
everyone
ask
why
you
do
that?
Pull
up
with
a
new
gat
Fumes
come
out
the
crew
gas
Intoxicate
the
weather
pull
a
weapon
and
defuse
that
Ima
pull
up
with
my
gang
and
then
run
this
shit
I
think
I
will
rob
a
bank
and
store
my
win
Need
to
hide
my
face
you
cant
see
me
bitch
Always
first
place,
yeah
watch
us
win
Pulling
up
in
khaki
jeans,
fully
colored
army
jeeps
Fully
tuned
up
to
the
max
- we
even
got
massage
seats
Body
armor
on
my
knees,
balaclava
on
my
mien
Watch
us
pull
up
all
the
way
from
Kazakhstan
to
Mozambique
Call
it
inspiration
I
call
it
copy
this,
copy
that
Save
all
your
muddy
beats
on
floppy
disks
you
copycat
Maybe
you
can
tell
me
where
your
motherfucking
bodies
at
Take
a
look
around
your
house
I
cant
find
no
fucking
body
bags
I
don't
care,
a
little
about
you
I
don't
like,
a
single
thing
about
you
Yea
ill
be
a
67
aged
trap
god
My
poweress
to
strong
thru
the
analog
I
dont
how
to
be
myself
thru
a
grape
vine
So
ill
act
like
yo
daddy
give
me
out
a
great
time
Seems
like
to
me
that
you
never
got
the
paper
Boo,hoo
little
manny
salty
like
a
caper
Knowin
why
you're
never
sober
call
u
Mr.
Chief
Keef
Soundcloud
fighting
aliens,
master
cheif
Race
to
the
top
like
a
boomer
off
skooma,
I
Never
just
panic
I
stick
in
my
puma's
Now
yoooou
know
yooooou
know
Its
never
a
false
break
Ok
the
benz
is
white
Bitch
is
lookin
nice
I
got
money
on
my
mind
And
it
keep
me
up
at
night
Ayo
that
beat
is
tight
Produced
kaiser
am
I
right?
Ay
my
homie
droppin
fire
You
producers
look
like
dykes
So
we
pull
and
we
fuck
shit
up
Mercenaries
next
up
You
pull
up-
and
nothing
slut
You
dont
hit
no
headshot
We
pull
up
And
you
gon
duck
Nothing
than
a
beta
cuck
You
pull
up
And
get
wet
up
Keep
barking
little
dog
Ak
One
tap
Fuck
shit
up
since
blackcash
Mercenaries
in
this
bitch
Your
gang
is
talking
mad
trash
Pull
up
with
a
rifle
and
and
im
aiming
for
your
head
bow
They
be
hating
on
this
gang
your
girlfriend
is
my
fan
now
Your
girl
friend
is
my
fan
She
fucks
the
gang
She
grabs
my
hand
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