One Hitter

Shut the fuck up Street kid with a chip on his shoulder East side boy grown tough and colder He didn't shuffle left, so he had to dip Out the way or he'd take the fucking wrong hit But as the saying goes Keep your mouth shut (Mouth shut) For it might cost you (For it might cost you) Taught the fear of smelling blood (Smelling blood) I can hear your heart rate picking up Hackles on my back, they're standing up (Standing up) There's no turning back, no giving up Raised in a place where I only knew violence Callused hands speak a different dialect Teeth cut skin, knuckles black and blue again Talk is cheap, there's only one way out of this I'm an unrelenting psychopath (Psychopath) With those words you better watch your back (Watch your back) I can't wait to put that shit-talking chin to the fucking test Tear out your heart and show the world what happens when you disrespect I'm outta my brain, I think I'm going insane, oh god, it's a mess Cower and pray that I don't cave in your face and put a bullet in your fucking chest One hitter My patience Is wearing thinner One hitter Shut the fuck up (Motherfucker) Here comes the one-two Time to cover up (Cover up) Before I drop you Keep your mouth shut For it might cost you Taught the fear of smelling blood (Smelling blood) I can hear your heart rate picking up Hackles on my back, they're standing up (Standing up) There's no turning back, no giving up Yeah Your time has come Nowhere to run Your time has come Nowhere to run Your time has come So fucking cover your lips, quit talking that shit, you've got Nowhere to run Take at look at your wrist, with every second that ticks, you're fucked Your time has come So fucking cover your lips and quit talking that shit, you've got Nowhere to run You should've learnt to shut your mouth Now you're fucking buried six feet in the ground