ITCHIN'

Okay I pull up to your spot
And I'm like homie what's up
Kick your door in like the swat team Yelling bitch open up
I woke up, and chose violence
And I don't give a fuck
Know I keep that blade tucked
And it's just itching to cut
Okay I pull up to your spot
And I'm like homie what's up
Kick your door in like the swat team Yelling bitch open up
I woke up and chose violence
And I don't give a fuck
Know I keep that blade tucked
And it's just itching to cut

You would probably see me burst
If I walked into a church
I been cursed since my birth
In the dark's where I lurk
I don't wanna converse
Yeah I'm causing them hurt
Point them out, serving murder Who's the first to get murked
Spot a motherfucker
Trying to run up with a gun
I ran a sword up in his stomach
Then I put him in the dirt
Ain't nobody really fucking
With the God
I gotta be the one to get them
I'ma kill them, put them in a hearse
Yeah you don't really wanna be the One to go and set me off
I'm boutta snap and I'ma leave you Dead on the curb
I'm back with a vengeance
Packing a weapon
Bitch I'm never lacking
When I'm rapping a verse
Cut your trigger finger off
With my damn blade
I can't wait to wipe that stupid smirk Off your damn face
Cut your trigger finger off
With my damn blade
I can't wait to wipe that stupid smirk Off your damn face

Okay I pull up to your spot
And I'm like homie what's up
Kick your door in like the swat team Yelling bitch open up
I woke up, and chose violence
And I don't give a fuck
Know I keep that blade tucked
And it's just itching to cut
Okay I pull up to your spot
And I'm like homie what's up
Kick your door in like the swat team Yelling bitch open up
I woke up and chose violence
And I don't give a fuck
Know I keep that blade tucked
And it's just itching to cut