ON THE HUNT Lyrics

Gimme the fuckin' name of who

Designed this game I'm on the

Hunt (hunt)

Comin' up (I'm comin' up)

Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)

I've had enough (had enough)

Hunt (hunt)

Comin' up (I'm comin' up)

Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)

I've had enough (ha)

Grab the three prongs (prongs)

Take 'em out our palms (palms)

Priest up on the phone

While they droppin' bombs, uh

Red fuckin' hot, uh

Schemin' on these opps

Got an automatic for the

People at the top that sounds like

Like this and like

Ha, you fuckin' right

Starin' at the man in blue

Fumin' like a cigarette

He stomps my chest and I

Take my last fuckin'

Breath

Breath

Breath

Breath

Yuh, get a facelift from this

Stainless strapped against my

Fuckin' leg, yuh

God chained in my basement while

I problem solve his taste, uh

Curses to these fallen angels

Scattered through these streets, yuh

Snatchin' wings and grabbin'

Halos while we fuckin' sleep

Yeah I'm Jason Voorhees risin'

From the flames okay I'm back

Mask off, hear the screamin when

I walk, uh

Tastin' tears and feelin' pain

From these R.I.P.'s, yuh

Take big pharma by the neck and

Stab 'em till they bleed, I'm on the

Hunt (hunt)

Comin' up (I'm comin' up)

Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)

I've had enough (had enough)