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Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart
Gory days, kid, a butcher knife’ll tear you apart
Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days
When we bludgeon you’ll get your brain laced, you’re bein’ handsome’s erased
We’ll punch you in the same place, ‘til we break our hands on your face
You crack your head first, whatever I get, you get worse
I got a busted lip, you got stitches in a hospital bed hearse
This ain’t a play-fight, you’ll get beaten in broad daylight
People watchin’ me, kid, but I ain’t got no stage fright
No cops in sight, you gettin’ cracked from the side
And if there’s more beef, we’ll find you and put bombs under your ride
The struggle to live, curl up ‘cause too many kicks will purple your ribs
When you’re outnumbered by six
And no one’s jumpin’ in to dead it
With me and my peeps are swinging hatchets and axes
You think they wanna get hit?
All OGs know the code of the streets
Mind your own biz, never go to police, that’s how it is
I live Scarface scenes, I live Pulp Fiction scenes
Life is one big movie on the screen
Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart
Gory days, kid, a butcher knife’ll tear you apart
Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days (bitches)
Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart
Gory days, kid, a machete’ll tear you apart
Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days (I hope you die)
You made my fuckin’ day sour, I’ll still display power
While up for forty-eight hours, the blood still sprayed like showers
Boxers get knocked out, jab me, I’ll jab you
What you put out, you get back
It might be worse, we’ll blast you
Cops are searchin’ for me for crimes I committed last year
But haven’t caught me yet so I’ll drop it in rhymes
I know you want me dead, put stitches in your forehead
But, kid, I want you more dead, hope you bled in your bed
Fifteen hours in a hospital, waiting for a doctor to sew you up, an impossible operation
You press charges, you’re less than a carcass
In the streets, no respect, you’ll get ya stuffed in a car regardless
Don’t judge a book by a cover, ‘cause a cat could be a crook undercover
And snap and jux up your blubber
From happiness to anarchist, from pacifist to blasphemous, kid, that’s how fast it flips
Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart
Gory days, kid, a butcher knife’ll tear you apart
Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days (kill ‘em)
Gory days, you might get stabbed in your heart
Gory days, a machete’ll tear you apart
Gory days, you better finish what you start, gory days
Bitch!