NOT ASSOCIATED
[Intro]
(Brian Spencer)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Been knew niggas faked to help me
But don't know all the shit they put me
Sometimes I can’t tell if they please me
But one things for sure that they hate me
Told 'em lies to get then out my face
Cut ties, I'mma do it my way
All these niggas wanna play my games
But they ain’t realized that there's no way out of the mother fucking level
These niggas say I'm fake, reality knows that they mentally challenged and I'm special
The devil told me "Blow these niggas up like Hiroshima"
End all or become like all your dead people
Decapitate you, feed you raw down the bone
Cut your mouth open from lies that you told
They ain't sick of me yet but I'm sick of you
The poison sits still as your brain's bleeding through
[Pre-Chorus]
Can't associate with niggas
Broken hearts, I’ve never trusted you
Can’t associate with niggas
That's why I want to kill myself because of people like you
[Chorus]
Reach out to the sky
Put your guns in the air, we causing mayhem
Spot these niggas, we on sight, you know we hate ‘em
I’ve been on the hunt, they know I'm in the dark
All black head to toe, they'll never know when we will spark
Leave ‘em served like raw meat, I know these niggas all bark
Until we get ‘em to talk
[Verse 2]
Ashes they burn as I see the dead weeping
Body parts spread, you see black as you're screaming
They pray upon God wishing that they was dreaming
These niggas fake, ain’t nobody finding you for help
[Interlude]
Yuh, ayy
I fucked that bitch like what
I fucked that bitch like what
I fucked that bitch like what
I fucked that bitch like what
[Verse 3]
Run, run from the cult that you broke, make you rip out your
Guts, force you to eat them then use the knife to tear you
Apart, spit and shit all over them, ‘till theres nothing to
Rot, rot
[Chorus]
Reach out to the sky
Put your guns in the air, we causing mayhem
Spot these niggas, we on sight, you know we hate ‘em
I've been on the hunt, they know I'm in the dark
All black head to toe, they'll never know when we will spark
Leave ‘em served like raw meat, I know these niggas all bark
Until we get ‘em to talk
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah