10,000 Degrees

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Straight out of hell

Ring the bells, plague is here to stay

Plague is here, roaches and locusts, they cover me

No halo hovering, follow me in yo grave

Ain't got no Patek 'cause I'll be here 'til the end of fuckin' times

Been since the end of fucking times

My kingdom come, thy will be done

And still you're wondering who am I?

I am the devil's son born and raised

Preaching $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay?

Praise the fuckin' devil God can suck my dick, I scorch the veins

Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'

I'm Lord of the plagues

Load on my –

Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say

Threatenin' swordplay, some would say nay

'Cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane

Lil Plague breaking fortes, $carecrow in the corn maze

Haunting board games

For war, we pray

Plaugue is cold in Norway

Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the Grave

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the Grave

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the Grave

For war, we pray

Death is inevitable

The fucking $carecrow

Walking on his tip-toes

On your blood-stained wood floor

You know, mister typical

Hearing the fucking voices through my window

(Begging to be dead!)

But no worries, just like Chuckie

Cut Throat got the blade and the knife

May thy rise for the Yung Christ, never even died

My father just forsaken, I

I'm still $uicide until I die

It's an eye for an eye

Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out)

See the reaper having a busy season

Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin'

It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers

The father of evil

Like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia)

Xanax evil

Close to lethal

Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles

So I grew up a fuck-up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)

Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Grew up a fuck up

Load a nine up (fuck all this shit)

My time's up, fuck