Graphic Violence

[Esoteric]<br>I take it to the streets carjack 5-0<br>Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know<br>Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag<br>When opened up it resembles a weapons show<br>Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death<br>The pistol on me that I rock it ain’t by Mitchell and Ness<br>I be medicinal tests cuz I’m sick in the brain<br>Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin’ this pain<br>I’m thinkin’ names on the reg like a break for the third leg<br>Weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg<br>I got the knife now limbs I’m hackin’ off<br>Plus I fire techs like layers do Mackintosh<br>Slackin’ off ain’t allowed when you’re on a mission<br>To annihilate entire nightclub crowds<br>Emptyin’ every clip, I’m fightin’ all types of shit<br>I’ve been hit, I really like this shit<br>Some muthafuckas should be payin’ me to write their shit<br>Whilin’ out bangin’ out Bicardi bites and shit<br>I won’t settle, I deserve a medal<br>Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level<br><br>[Cop Talking Over Radio]<br>Units in area come in, code 11–352<br>Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity<br>On route to reported drug transaction<br>Investigate immediately<br><br>[Esoteric]<br>I load up the glock I line cats in chalk<br>Lotta pigs pullin’ triggers to blaze ya whole block<br>Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death<br>Don’t, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh<br>My retinas steam but it’s wrapped in violence<br>When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants<br>Lock and load fuck buryin’ heaters<br>I’m ruthless like a mother tryin’ to bury a fetus<br>I’ll wet you up like you stuck in the rain<br>Hit you in the jugular vain I’m pluggin’ ya brain<br><br>[Guy Talking]<br>Ya punk ass wanna try somethin’ with me?<br><br>[Esoteric]<br>Yeah what’s that fuck that<br>Muthafuckas bustin’ at me I bust back<br>Sword blaze my forte you can’t floor Shay<br>My style is negative like the image I portray<br>Change descriptions, let my beard grow<br>I’m weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe<br>Tryin’ to make it to the next bar without crackin’ a whip<br>5-0s start crackin’ the whip<br>Do a search find crack in the whip<br>Grab a jacket and split [cop yells “hold it right there”]<br>I’ll be back in a bit now I’m packin’ a clip<br><br>[Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells]<br>“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, take that take that<br>You ain’t killin’ me you ain’t takin’ me alive<br>I ain’t goin out like that”<br><br>[Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)]<br>Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta there<br>What I tell you bout makin’ all that (no)<br>Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya ass to bed god dammit (no no)<br>No more XBOX for you for a week (no)<br>I’m sick a this, matter fact fuck that (takes off his belt)<br>C’mon boy, I’m bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)<br>Muthafucka, take that muthafucka (Esoteric cries)<br>Aw hell boy, stop that cryin’<br>I didn’t raise me no little bytch!