$LiM HiLL - Panic Room

Born by the river
Born a killer back in 99
Horns on my head
Looking dead
Always acting fine

Always pack a pistol
Pussy boy step back a little
Choppa clapping dismal
See how quick this shit get sacrificial

I’m ready to pop out fucking really let em have it
Up that Mac 11

Send em all to heaven
RIP yo fucking gang
You gonna see em in a second
Slimmy creepin with that thang
Choppa pop his fucking melon
Sendemup and GHP the only gang I’m fucking reppin
Pussy boy watch where you stepping

Slimmy the profane
Slim insane
Grip a double sided blade
Turn that pussy to a stain
If he speak my fucking name
Pull up swinging
Like the bottom of an inning
At the bottom of the river
With somе bitches sleeping with the fishes
I got a thousand fucking choppas fillеd with ammunition
Bitch fuck a tax
I’m with that cash like I’m a politician

West side psychopath
Bloody river aftermath
I ain’t made of matter
I don’t really fucking matter
I can hear em fucking chatter
Come from every fucking angle
Hang em up above a pit and let them mother fuckers dangle

Put that fuck boy in a tomb
Trijicon the fucking zoom
Turn that pussy into fumes
Slimmy slaughter keep it gloom
Slimmy slaughter bringing doom
Should’ve took a different route
Substance got me feeling manic
Welcome to my panic room
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