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Intro: Lil
Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to
If you slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to
If you bustas slippin', it's .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to
If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to (Aye, aye)
(Ruby, you got it?)
If you bustas slippin', it's .50 finna do the deal

[Verse 1: PLAGUE]
Straight outta hell, ring the
is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they me
No halo hovering, follow me in your
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here the end of fucking times
Thy kingdom come, thy be done
And you wonder, "who am I?"
I am the devil's son, and raised
Preaching $uicide, googly
"Tell me more!"

Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my
I scorch the
Making crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm of the plagues
Load up
Wait a minute, I got more to say
swordplay
Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my blade dipped in chlordane
Lil breaking fortés
in the corn maze, haunting board games
For war, we
Plague is cold in
from the doorframe with sores and stains
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we

[Verse 2: LIL
Death is inevitable, the $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister
Hearin' the fucking voices my window
(Begging to be dead!)
But no
Just like Chucky, Cut got the blade, and the knife
May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never died
My father forsaken, I
I'm still until I die
an eye for an eye
Speaking of I, (someone help me out...)
See the reaper having a season
Won't let me rest, while I'm sleeping
It's gettin' harder to from the bleachers
The father of
Like Knievel, and I stay jumping over people
eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, to needles
So I grew up a (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
Load the nine up, my time's up, (yeah, yeah)

[Outro: LIL & Lil Gin]
up a fuck up
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to
Load the up (fuck all this shit)
If you bustas
My time's up,
this .50 finna—