Resident Evil (Freestyle) Lyrics

Pistol on me, got me feelin' like Leon

You can never do the shit that I be on

Need me a V-Lone, hit the jeweler for a ski-off

Chuck the deuce, yeah, I see y'all

Choppa loose, it'll bleed y'all

I don't need y'all, yeah, I'm always up like a seesaw

I don't see flaws, yeah, they always bitter like sea salt

Tryna keep calm while I ball out

You ain't seen a rapper go all out

I just lost my job cause I called out

Fuck Glory Days, guess I'm goin' back to kickin' doors down

Low profile, be a long while before I blow up

Brought C4 just in case, though

You ain't seen shit, must be Ray Charles

Brought an AR from the same block as Hey Arnold

Put a blade on it, goin' FAZE on him

Whippin' shit like Daytona

I'm the night stalker with a tape recorder

Rock a Bape fedora, copped 8 for 4

That's half off, I just saved some more

Bodies droppin', they just ate the floor

Big Torro, no it ain't a Ford

Brought a lengthy sword that can slay the Lord

Got a life on me that you can't afford

I should switch the flow just to get some dough

Man, forget you hoes, I'm not your average Joe

Pulling sticks out like a magic show

I'm about to go on live and raid the Capitol

Kidnap Joe, thats a bag fosho

And once I get it, take my ass home

Shit, I'm takin' my ass home, man

I'm goin' to bed, shit, what you mean? I'm tired as fuck

Slide with a chop, we droppin' the opp

Like we poppin' a squat, demon bitches

Fuck with Three 6's, so she slob on my knob

Don't leave a witness, got evil interests when I walk with a mop

Love to see em limpin', ain't survivin' these shots

Like a bartender, I'm servin' a lot

Drunk drive, and I'm swervin' a lot

The Glock murderer, returned to your block

The top earner, I'm reservin' your spot

In hell, The Devil as well with Kel-Tec's, to deliver yo fail

Fuck what they sayin', my chop got be sprayin

I'm not with the playin', I'm all with the slayin

The slaughter, I came with a shotta's, anything for that dollar

That cream and that guala, I'm Wu-Tang off a lot of OX

Throwin' Molotovs that I made out of bottles of Wok

Titty liquor, used to practice on bottle pops

City slicker, I'm back with a Modded Glock

Can I get any sicker? I actually coough a lot

Maybe I need me a bottle of Guácala

Wanna battle? I ball him up!

My killers, I call him up quick to come kill you and bag you up

My team is well-respected, they value us

One question, I wanna know how you a

Gangsta, but you soft and a sourpuss

My soul got a caliber, hundred round drum, that'll douse you up

Just know when I come that you're outta luck

Don't care about shit, I been outta fucks

Been this way since I hopped out the battle bus

Nothin' can startle me, we remakin' Halloween

Just know it's startin' me, I been rappin' so long

That this game is a part of me