HiddenRoad - Frankly My Dear Lyrics

Lick off six shots when I'm pissed off
Hands off, hands on bombs, split your lip ock
Three hands with six Glocks, tick, tock, boom
Then a bitch pop, broken record - how this shit stop
The kid's hot, boiling pots, pans full of bacon
Hands where the waste at, holster keep a gun waitin'
Gravitate to the accolades, clap for the ladies
Exacerbating, foes catch the hands like masturbating
It's fascinating, mass media procrastination
Mass murders, masked burglars at gas stations
Rob the nation, tell your mom I am not a crook
Then I f*ck her in the ass leave her back behind to cook
In the kitchen - you a rook, I'm a bishop, how I move
Check a bitch something quick, pullin' pistols on your boo
Something vicious, red liquid, viscus, sickest with the juice
Fishing up the wrong river, getting at the crew
Bitch, I'm thinking if you only knew
There's more than meets the eye, see the future coming true
I'm coming through, tidal wave energy, metal infantry
Blast willingly, diligently face the enemy
Clinically sane, criminal minded man
No parts in your system, keep living how I am
Don't give a damn