Sacrifice

[Intro: Mack Maine] Awoo Don't be scared now (Ah) Awooooo Yeah (Okay) We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice (Haha, haha) We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice Don't be scared now! [Verse 1: Mack Maine] I have you sweating so hard, you need three or four towels (Towels) After that, all I need is three or four showers Just to get the blood off; then three or four hours Then come through your hood and get three or four cowards (Blat) You think you're bison, like you play for Howard But you's a duck like Howard, I make you fall like the towers I cut your arm off and tell you to reach (Nigga) Then I cut your tongue off, and I tell you to speak, ha My niggas in the circle, in the middle of the bonfire They quick to become arsonists and set you on fire The flesh start to smell (Smell), but who gives a fuck? (Fuck) Heaven or Hell, nigga, you need to pick one Brr-r-r! Stick 'em! Now, you become a victim Yeah, you become a victim (Yeah, you become a victim) Ha! I'm evil like three sixes, nigga, minus the "Mafia" And ain't no brakes on my shit, nigga, ain't no stopping the— Young cannibal, cut you like a cantaloupe I mistreat bodies—for breakfast, I eat bodies, ugh! Mm, chu'ch! [Chorus: Shanell, Mack Maine & Lil Wayne] You could smell fear in the distance Pray over their lives Come in this hood, better witness this Sacri– 'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) 'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) F'i-ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) Ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) Yeahhhh! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Haha! It's Weezy F. Crazy You scary-ass rappers—on the beat, I'm Wes Craven But I'm Eastside 'til I reside in the grave And you walk in my basement, see the bodies I'm saving Bloodbath flow—yes, it's time for some bathing Shotty with a drum, and I'ma play it like a cadence Invasion, I cook you like the Asians Put bread on your head like a raisin You a danish, you need glazing Pardon me, man, but I'm craving I got you in the oven, but I'm waiting I'm patient, for my patient Yeah, there's a meeting in my kitchen Shhh! there's rappers sleeping in my kitchen Young Money creatures Kill your sweet ass, then eat you, muh'fucker! [Chorus: Shanell & Mack Maine] You could smell fear in the distance Pray over their lives Come in this hood, better witness this Sacri– 'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) 'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) F'i-ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) Ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] We take your body for a motherfucking sacrifice See you in Hell, bitch, meet me in the afterlife Minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand, nigga Knife to ya head, you my sacrificial lamb, nigga I can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people Paint the scene, I'ma leave a bunch of red people Saddam, I bomb, I'm insane, Hussein Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame Blood on my glove while I'm burying the witness Cut your limbs off, I'm on my Jeffrey Dahmer-sick shit For real, I'm ill, we marching like the military Coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery You niggas sweet, get ate like Ben & Jerry's You niggas very fairy— Tale, frail; better go and say your "Hail Mary" Rocket launcher, bitch, I'ma throw a Hail Mary Young Gudda, biatch! [Chorus: Shanell & Mack Maine] You could smell fear in the distance Pray over their lives Come in this hood, better witness this Sacri– 'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) 'Fice (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) F'i-ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice) Ah, ah (We gon' take his body to the projects for a sacrifice)