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2nd in command - hit list lyrics
intro (2nd):
ever known a b_tch who only want you for your wallet?
ever known a man that you can’t picture being honest?
ever known somebody off twenty whatchamacallits
f_ck it, i’m tired of stalling_ let it all burn down, i_
chorus (2nd):
i’m tired of treating bullsh_t like no big deal
i’m tired of your f_cking “peace and roses” schpeel
you’re the oldest heel, yet its your mind games
i ain’t trusting a b_tch, never again, no way
i’m not sorry, not even hardly
the last thing my scars need is letting you disarm me
ain’t sorry to anybody, this bottle calls me
i’d rather be alone than be next on your hitlist
verse 1 (rpd):
better get running and hide yup
for i’m coming and giving the rhymes yup
you can love or hate on the guy yup
don’t believe in anyones lies yup
so many wanting you punished over literally nothing after seeing you flying a jet
get burnt by my permanent fire breath
on purpose, we serving a liars death yup
with no trust i don’t f_ck people that don’t get this sickness wicked, making em all sh_t bricks
eddie put me on for everybody to listen now
look at a native coming off vicious yup
sorry if it seems i don’t give a f_ck, just out here minding my own business
i ain’t tryna be caught up in bullsh_t, i ain’t tryna be next on your hit list!
chorus (2nd):
i’m tired of treating bullsh_t like no big deal
i’m tired of your f_cking “peace and roses” schpeel
you’re the oldest heel, yet its your mind games
i ain’t trusting a b_tch, never again, no way
i’m not sorry, not even hardly
the last thing my scars need is letting you disarm me
ain’t sorry to anybody, this bottle calls me
i’d rather be alone than be next on your hitlist
verse 2 (2nd):
we’re the type that if you hurt a brother, you get brutalized
treat her badly, b_tch, she loved you madly, you get scrutinized
don’t even need to say it_ cut her too much, we get flaying
on your ass we’re super sayain_ on sight, mother f_cker
really kind of in the mood to beat down a mother f_cker
to find you, i would burn the whole town, mother f_cker
and miles away, they could hear your sounds, mother f_cker
you hurt the ones i love, you’re in the ground, mother f_cker
i do violent altercations_ send a text bout where you’re stationed
go ahead and dig two graves, cuz i ain’t coming back til days end
pick a god and start your praying, send you to the sky_ i’m carl sagan
should’ve thought about your words before you f_cked with me you son of a b_tch!_
outro (voicemail):
chill out, man_ it’s not that big of a deal
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