$liM HiLL - Curtain Of Cruelty

Creeping up out the, Fuck that
Slimmy busting through like mother fucker where the fuck at
CZ in the grunt sack
All you suckas talking shit can get up off my nutsack
Swinging a fucking blade till I dig up and get my guns back
Boba da Choppa the locks where I'm popping on any lil pussy that pull up and pop in
The sten automatic erratic
Them bullets get Poppin this shit get traumatic
I've had it with bitches and suckas
That think that they fucking know everything all about slimmy the bucka
I hop in the truck and im whippin to fuck up on any dumb bitch that goes pushing they luck
With thecustom attachments my AR Socratic
It teaches you ways to end wrapped up in plastic
Slimmy so dramatic, bitches tied up in my attic
Slimmy da server of the static soaking masses striking matches
Load up the dope as I load up the trunk with some rocks as a weight and a bitch on rope
Lets see if she floats leave a bitch on display
I'm laughing and swimming the boat start to sway
Ghost face killa with the blade
Don't look so afraid when I pierce the earth with a spade
She said she ain't sucking dumb bitch get the fuck as I yank on her braids stuff her throat with grenade
Stitch em up damnit he leaking all over the leather that's stretched on the seats of the Benz
Them red and blue lights that be flashing and blinding get silenced my Choppa' just swallowed a fed
The U Haul of suckers been following all the way back since we pulled right up off of the block
I hop out the Sentra with sentry
You thinking the sun just came up even though it is dark

Da creepy da ancient replacement of satan
That lanky ole' fucker he crackin while walking
Crossing the river the crows get to cawing
I'm Poppin a pussy he turn to drawing
Strapped with the hammer my belt full of bullets
You know that I use it
Yo belly refuse it
Yo pussy got odor
I told her I'm sober
I'm still with the unit
I'm still gonna use it
I pop On a fucker that think I ain't bussin the chopper
My Bayonet rippin it couldn't be sharper
The copper conductor my shooters is moving
They ready to lose it
Hit you in the chest
Got killers out west
Got killers out east
Ghoul posse to Sendemup
Stay with the team
That shit international
Texas to Europe I'm shippin them bullets diagonal
All of you suckas ass bitches is pussy you vaginal
Slimmy da murka make murder look natural
Slimmy satanic the actual cannibal
Running and soaking to make you all flammable
Slimmy intangible
Slimmy the radical
Slimmy da shackler
Slapping the manacles
Ripping out clavicles
Damage collateral
Slimmy cause terror attacking the capitol
Pop in the pool we constructing parameters
Pop in the spring and we turn on the vis
That blicky a thermal see you through the trij
Any sucka get popped boy know what it is
That Glock get hot pop
Turn him to Swiss
Don't ask me for shit
Broke
Nothing to give

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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