Boiling Point

Produced by Black Sun Empire [bad word]  [bad word] officialdopedod

[Hook: Skits Vicious]
I'm a walking time bomb going tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick (x2)

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
Ooh
I'm a good kid
Livin in a mad city
All I see is [bad word]  [bad word] Niggas puffin hash fillies
And that really got me thinkin as a youngster
That I wanna be that [bad word] Hit them blunts and [bad word] punksta
To pump what? [bad word] wanna bust but now ya gut's stuck
I'm [bad word] niggas up and dump em in the [bad word] for one buck (yeah) [bad word] right, I be's a cheap [bad word] Now ya'll niggas in my [bad word] knee deep [bad word]  I'm
More distorted than imported niggas slaughter ya
Bored is foreign and I'm morbid with that morning stuff
Last message, for my haters and my ex [bad word] I hope ya'll choke up on a fat [bad word] until you're breathless

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Dopey Rotten]
Why you all up in my face again?
We ain't friends, leave me alone
Way too stoned, get out my space
Don't call my phone
Him, her, they, them
Don't need no new friends
Can't pay rent but you're flexin in your new Benz?
Who cares about style sense?
Make your [bad word] life end
Sometimes I'm violent
Criminal minded
Stay silent, cause I don't wanna hear it
Stupid [bad word] lyrics, I don't have two minutes
And keep your nose out my business
No time for dumb [bad word] Ya better keep your distance
I'll beat you with persistence
Cryin like an infant
It's clear that we're different
Exploding in an instant

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Skits Vicious]
The walls are closing in on me
Eyes low, brain fried
In [bad word] of misery, days fly
My body feels a chillin breeze outside
Grey sky, feel the pressure and the stake's high
And I'm feelin like it's all a little laid
I wanna be the one to be remembered as the great guy
Suban Thai, Samurai
Darts fly, lakes dry
Murder she wrotes, what I heard from the grape vine
I [?]
So I don't leave remorse no more
There's no goodbye when I go out, but when I do I'm sure
To take this stinkin filthy planet down to gutter with me
Scar ya in your afterlife, the bloody letters Skits V