One Shot Kill

[Intro]

One shot kill, one shot kill hey

One shot kill, hey, one shot kill

One shot kill go!

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[Verse 1]

I say, thinkin' of a master plan

Motherfucker, I'm a mastermind

I'm an 18-year-old dollar sign

I'm a one-man tragedy, I'm Columbine

I'm sharp as fuck but no porcupine

Penitentiary blade to cut yo' ass up

Good-lookin' hunk

Lookin' for anybody thats lookin' for me

Shotty look 'em right in the eye

What do I see?

A scared nigga waitin' to die

A scared nigga, I even got you a suit and tie

Something suitable

Sledge hammer break down your nail cuticles

Nigga, I do the unusual

Torture

Anything is necessary in the art of war

Slam his head inside the suicidal doors

Do him like li'l man off Players Club

Roll around till his knees rub

Shit

I'm a ground hog

No, I'm a young hog

Hoggin' up all the money from all a y'all

It's funny how all y'all wanna be my associates

Come around, smile, like that shit is appropriate

I'ma put it to your skullcap and open it

Leave it on the side with that ho you was rollin' with

I'm rollin' with the nine millimeter close to my nuts and dick

You know who you fuckin' with?

I'm done with regular bowel movements

I'm on some other shit

I'm a fuckin beast, you a fuckin' bitch

I'ma fuck your bitch

Then send her back to you

Let her suck some dick, then let her kiss on you

Now, ain't that a bitch?

That ain't right, but that’s my life

If you don’t like then we gon’ fight

Psyche—you gon’ be fightin' a bullet

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[Verse 2]

Where the pump at?

Thinkin' of a master plan

Mothafucker, I'm a mastermind

I'm a 18-year-old dollar sign

I'm a one-man tragedy, I'm Columbine

Shit, you already know what I'm about

Keep the guns by the couch in the living room

Company act up, we give it to them

Send it to them like emails

Let them sell his soul

Put his body on retail

If we do dirt and you tell

We gon’ put you under dirt

He was a good person

He was down to earth but now he down to earth

Chillin' with the worms and the insects, his brother gon’ be next

His mother gon’ be after him, kill the family tree

If they fuckin' with him and that "him" is me

And that limb is lost on your body

Aiming at your feet, probably

[Outro]

Training day

Sniper music

Sniper music

One shot kill

I told you before

One shot kill

I told you before

One shot kill

I told you before

One shot kill

One shot kill

One shot kill