Here comes death, steppin' 'round the fuckin' corner
Buckshot, take a whiff of this deadly aroma
Bullets come hot like a supernova
Rippin' out your skeleton, leave witnesses in comas
Here comes death, steppin' 'round the fuckin' corner
Buckshot, take a whiff of this deadly aroma
Bullets come hot like a supernova
Rippin' out your skeleton, leave witnesses in comas
I'm the motherfucker that you better run from
Grippin' on my steel, make 'em feel where I come from
Psychopathic lunatic creepin' straight out the dungeon
Hollow to your head, leave another puppet unstrung
I'm the wicked one, tick, tick, boom
Have another fuckin' soul laid on the floor that I consume
Bringin' down the ruckus, and bring a nigga doom
Steppin' out the darkness, armageddon will come soon
Make 'em bow to the almighty Gorilla
Bullets rain, causin' destruction, finger-fuckin' the trigger
Bitch, I'm a warlord, bringin' these suckas all the static
Fuckin' with my militants, I can guarantee it get tragic
Droppin' bombs, ain't nowhere you could run to
Backin' through the shadows with a semi and the Glock too
Here's a taste of my chrome-plated nickel
Hit you in your fuckin' chest, watch your blood drain and trickle
As I rise from the gunsmoke with a fully-loaded clip
Have my enemies in sight, cock it back and empty it
Never [hold up in your W?], they bite the bullet quick
Leave 'em in the fuckin' rain, black and blue and bloody stiff
Here comes death, steppin' 'round the fuckin' corner
Buckshot, take a whiff of this deadly aroma
Bullets come hot like a supernova
Rippin' out your skeleton, leave witnesses in comas
Here comes death, steppin' 'round the fuckin' corner
Buckshot, take a whiff of this deadly aroma
Bullets come hot like a supernova
Rippin' out your skeleton, leave witnesses in comas
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