"Shoot First, Die Later" lyrics
(feat. Lord Goat)
I live for the power surge of playing God, having the power of life and death in my hands
Yo, my AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama and two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin' balls and turn your dick into soup
Listen, fucko, I don't trust nah none of y'all
You stay on the block, I be out, on another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked everywhere we go, brrap
I spit decrepit, I'm a Metal legend, you're a Bitch Infection
I'm young Satan in the mirror, check for my reflection
I grow indoors, got the Porsche with graffiti walls
Dom Deloise bags, imported like Boston George
Rocky Dennis, lots of shots got your face drippin'
I'm not a rapper, just a killer who fillets his victims
Get that brown matzah from Sri Lanka, Nina DePonca
We rock stars, Heavy Metal killers move hot cars!
Killings, stabbings, beatings, drive-by shootings, revenge killings, at one point, uhm, you amputate the arms of a rival gang member... Explain that to me!
My AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama and two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin' balls and turn your dick into soup
Listen, fucko, I don't trust nah none of y'all
You stay on the block, I be out, on another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked everywhere we go, braap
I'm not just a shooter, President, I'm a client
Screaming horror like (Tom Ari?) in a zombie riot
Try and clash with my assassin's die a praxis, eyepatches and armed ratches the drive-by blastin'
Wider than the flash fascist during crimes of passion
Smile and laughin' like Berkowitz with the eyes of Manson
Nine milli Pistolero, BILLY Bolero
Give me dinero, since they put sick in BILLY don't be a hero
Yo, my AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama and two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin' balls and turn your dick into soup
Listen, fucko, I don't trust nah none of y'all
You stay on the block, I be out, on another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked everywhere we go, brrap
I spit decrepit, I'm a Metal legend, you're a Bitch Infection
I'm young Satan in the mirror, check for my reflection
I grow indoors, got the Porsche with graffiti walls
Dom Deloise bags, imported like Boston George
Rocky Dennis, lots of shots got your face drippin'
I'm not a rapper, just a killer who fillets his victims
Get that brown matzah from Sri Lanka, Nina DePonca
We rock stars, Heavy Metal killers move hot cars!
Killings, stabbings, beatings, drive-by shootings, revenge killings, at one point, uhm, you amputate the arms of a rival gang member... Explain that to me!
My AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama and two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin' balls and turn your dick into soup
Listen, fucko, I don't trust nah none of y'all
You stay on the block, I be out, on another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked everywhere we go, braap
I'm not just a shooter, President, I'm a client
Screaming horror like (Tom Ari?) in a zombie riot
Try and clash with my assassin's die a praxis, eyepatches and armed ratches the drive-by blastin'
Wider than the flash fascist during crimes of passion
Smile and laughin' like Berkowitz with the eyes of Manson
Nine milli Pistolero, BILLY Bolero
Give me dinero, since they put sick in BILLY don't be a hero
