Текст песни PAYNE - Yung Rare

"Mental hospital cannot stop me
Government cannot stop me"
"I will simply continue to be silly
Until the end of my days"

My Glock jam never
No stock, shell catcher
My bitch get wetter
This SiG shoot better
I will shoot!
You will not
I will kill!
You will not
Stick 'em up!
You could not
Make 'em kneel! (Bup! Bup! Bup!)
Deadski
Shoot you through the peephole
Three to the headski
Four for the foes and the fedskis, wassup?
I'm Semper Fi with the .45 imma fuck 'em up (UH!)
Get beat to hell and develop crushing concussion rush
(Where you looking?)

I need a DRINK!
Who gon' pull up on me?
If he knock, zip him up
If he bark, clip his nuts off (3-2!)
Aim, Bang!
Face, Hang!
MAX PAYNE! (I pop pills so what?)
MAX PAYNE!
I could push the V so fucking fast, bitches spinnin' out it
I could pay to do some niggas bad, and not know shit about it
I could load munitions in the mag, and have 'em kickin' out it
How could I ever lay low?
I speak in Micro Draco (Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Whoa!)

All right!
Sun is in the sky and I am itching to die
I'm alive!
No more Lithium inside of my mind (C'mere!)
Bitch I think the feds at my-
Shoot, dodge, roll, slide
Wish you bitches would try
Remington Wit equip on my hip
I kick in shit like Eli (Huh!)
My G19 on g5 (Huh!)
Walk 'round high off of my dick
I grip my stick like, "He die!" (3-2!)
Like, "He die, he die, he die!"

I need a DRINK!
Who gon' pull up on me?
If he knock, zip him up
If he bark, clip his nuts off (3-2!)
Aim, Bang!
Face, Hang!
MAX PAYNE! (I pop pills so what?)
MAX PAYNE!
I could push the V so fucking fast, bitches spinnin' out it
I could pay to do some niggas bad, and not know shit about it
I could load munitions in the mag, and have 'em kickin' out it
How could I ever lay low?
I speak in Micro Draco (Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Whoa!)

Hello Nigga
We are inside of your walls, making our way to your room
Once we reach your room it is Game Over
We will feast on your organs and intestines
And rip out your heart and feast on your brain