Death's Disciple - Free Fire(freestye)

Talking bout these fucking games they play

I ain't got the time baby
I been in my grind every mother fucking day just tryna get this shit paid

Everybody always wanna judge me
They don't know what it's like to be me
I don't give a fuck mother fucker i do not admit defeat.

I've built myself up in this world
You motherfuckers wanna come at me
Come at my shit, get the full clip
Shoot it from the fucking hip
You know I got a couple pieces
I ain't scared to let em rip
Wanna fuckin' come and try this or that
Don't give a fuck, got a strap and a couple pieces of C4 up under the floor
Fuckin' press the button bitch, you ain't stuntin' no more
Don't know shit, always got extended clips
That's just the beginning of some of it

But I'm tryin', really tryin' to be movin' away from you
Motherfuckers dyin' every goddamn day
Blood's just like air to me
I almost need to spill it to live

I don't know why I'm such a piece of shit
It was just how the fuck I had to grow up
Do that or die
I watched my homie lose his head in the middle of the street
I Fucking swore that would never be me

Always got that heat, motherfuckers under the seat
But I'm goin' back to the same old shit again
Just gonna end up like all my friends
If I keep on living life like this

So what, I can kill a motherfucker, yeah
But that don't really mean nothin
Ain't worth the time i could do
Ain't worth losin' all of you
That I built myself a for
I'm not tryin' no more
So please don't bring your bullshit
Across the threshold of my door

Cause there will be no mercy, fuckin' demon comin' out
Gettin' all bloodthirsty, gon' get real nasty with the 12 gauge to your head fragments of you scatter the pavement red

What the fuck you really wanna say
I Get the fuckin' AK, show them where motherfucker's at and
Go and kill their families
Do you really wanna fuckin' try any of this
You will not even survive, I can promise

You don't know shit about war like I do
Since I wasn't born, violence all I fuckin' knew
Do you really wanna come up, get your throat cut
Fuck it man, do me a favor
And shoot another bullet through my head
Maybe make me dead
But you'll be the first motherfucker out of a hundred, son
I really doubt that you got that in you

Nine millimeter to your mouth
Fuckin' man, I'm just talkin' shit
Tryin' to be a good man, but I'm a dick
Tryin' not to be

But all these fucks gotta push me

Written by:
Paul Zimmer

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