Drag You To Hell(drunk rmx)

[Verse 1]

See I always have respect cause I always talk fact
 The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black
 I always left with nothing but I always brought back
 I always been a hustler, I probably go off that
 Y’all don’t wanna go to work with the boy
 There’s only two words that describe me: search and destroy
 I don’t think you wanna get murked by the boy
 My [bad word] is military, y’alls is like a nursery toy
 It’s hurting you boys
 My team ain’t even hungry, we famished
 I murder everybody, [bad word] collateral damage
 I’m animal savage with Hannibal’s habits
 I’ll mangle your cabbage
 I walked into the parish and I strangled the [bad word]  I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus
 Run with brothers who’s forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists
 Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us
 I don’t care, I’m trying to deal with my personal demons

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2]

Y’all don’t wanna go that route
 Broke [bad word] need to throw his throwback out
 If you see me drinking something good I stole that stout
 If you see me drinking in the hood then roll back out
 On the real I don’t want no one to bother me, cousin
 Rapping just a little [bad word] bit of part of me, cousin
 I’m just trying to have a drink at the bar with my cousin
 I ain’t mean to be rude, god, pardon me cousin
 I stay strapped lord, gun in the tuck
 Young boys act wild lord funny as [bad word]  I scrap southpaw sonning you [bad word]  Look at you lord on the floor bummy as [bad word]  what?
 My life been defined by death
 So I guess if everybody dead mine is next
 My father dropped a jewel on me, time forgets
 It’s not as easily the mind forgets
 Y’all know what I mean?

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3]

Drag you to Hell, I’m evil dead, you can call me Sam Raimi
 These [bad word] want a verse but they can’t pay me
 [bad word] a funeral home, put em in the sand maybe
 Y’all are acting like you’re big, like you’re mad gravy
 Y’all don’t wanna beef with the god
 Don’t have the brain power to compete with the god
 Y’all should retreat from the god before you get turned to meat
 Something to eat for the god, peace to the gods
 I carry heavy [bad word]  big guns, John Rambo
 I’mma spot Russia like Pakistani commandos
 How you go to war when you’re standing in sandals?
 Now you’re dead and your family handling candles
 Don’t even call for a truce, I’m about to end this
 Whole [bad word] when I call for the troops
 Reservoir dog walk with the troops
 And I burn this [bad word] down to the ground down to its roots

[Chorus x 2]