Sarcophagus III

Sarcophagus III Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—the suspect was seen fleeing away from the scene Point me a tone Point, point, point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right Point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone Point me a tone Murder, murder on my mind Suicidal all the time They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's dripping down my eyes Point, point, point, me a tone Shoot me a bitch 'till the clip go click Heard that you're tipping police and shit Rat motherfuck*** I ain't got love for 'em Internet thugs talking all over the forum Bitch, I hate everybody I ain't here to make friends Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again See you in the flesh, and your tone change up Yung Christ, I can never ever be touched $carecrow, stick talk, triggers I clutch Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe Point, point, point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right Point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point, point, point me a tone right Yung Plague got a one-way ticket Some say, "He the young flame" With the gun play on a Sunday Make a fuckin' pu*** boy stand in the blood rain Ruby levitate, another gun bang Chump change boy Now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfuckin' AK, boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank, boy yuh UZI fuc*** fire like a gun range, boy Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ay Yung Plague was a dead boy, ay No shame in the blunt, ay, don't be scared, boy, ay Just let me choke in the flames Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right Point, point, point me a tone right Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide Grey matter run through my fuc*** mind Grey clouds surround when we take a life Last thing you taste is my fuc*** knife Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome Shine through the dark Now there's nothing but the chrome Cut ya' body up, and I throw it in a hole AK strapped never trying to f*** with the boys G-G*59 Don't try to cross the line Fuc*** with the killers imma have to make your soul mine Fuc*** with the murderers, I'll have you breathing no more Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44 Scrim with the K he don't give a f*** ‘bout a hoe Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point, point, point me a tone right