Thrash

[Intro]
New and intense scrutiny on the activities of satanic cults
Stories of devil worship (devil worship)
And satanic cults, satanic cults corrupting young minds

[Verse]
Pick those body bags, bloody racks
30 rounds up in the mag
Pop up like a nether ant
Drop em, ain't no feelin' bad
So much with a nether tag
Spit that shit that make 'em gag
Fuck em if they gettin' mad
Them bullets hit you with
Bitch we ain't playin'
Tec make holes up in your fit and make your mama sad
Head up on the bitch, won't be no open cast
Run up, I don't need a mask
The AK spit, I hope you fast
Love it when they body splat
Feelin' gang, bitch, we don't never lack
Look better fall back
Before you make me pull up in that all black
Hit 'em with the gat and make it skull crack
Beat that motherfucker till it's all flat
Soul snatch, demons, take my blame
Till they stop with all the screamin'
Trap our eyes until they bleedin'
Bitch, don't get your neck slit
Diss on Menace, we gon' pull up you the next lick
Tell em, bite the curb and fuck your shit up with a left kick
Storm, feel his chest up with that bump
Cock it back and let it dump
Way to be that, let it thump
Like get the guns clappin'
Body baggin' and head snappin'
Bullets smackin'
Legs draggin'
Gang flaggin'
Pants slackin'
Bones crackin'
Fuck it, let 'em bleed
Yellow tape around the scene
40 block, hit his bitch ass with the beam
Turn 'em ghost
Welcome devil
All that shit that they was fuckin' on them balls
They can smoke, this that shit that they was fuckin'
Let em choke, ain't no joke
Talkin' blood, bitch, you can suck
Let em choke, ain't no joke
Talkin' blood, bitch, you can suck
Bleed