Bad Corrupt words that are lyrics, Loudly Explaining Bad activities and doings, Use the nicest preposition I’m corrupt, It’s Patrick TMT on the beat, See, Let me Tell you now, how I got revenge, body lying down in my closet, If you Got the Guts, Bring your beef out, Imma feed you to my dogs em, I be cutting all his part, Then i put it in a bag, Got to freeze it in the ice, Next i load it in a cab, Then I drive it to a park Deliver to a laboratory, Sending me my cash, No he was the one that started, Pushing me around and laughing, Cause he saw that I was lonely, Pulled his gun and pointed at me, Then he blasted 3 times on me, Then his gang them started running, thank God that I got my jacket, got up and I never blasted, Got revenge in all and silent, Rumors around, Niggas planned to snitch and get me, I wonder why, most wanted person in the country, Finish me now, don’t come for me with fear and running, Cops at my ass, Hating chasing and shooting on me, I’m running ye I’m running ye I’m running away I might be innocent but I still be running, Fast walking, Im getting chased but they won’t catch me, I grew up, I fucking screw all, Got introduced to the game, Got the guts to fucking do all, With the killers in the hood, As I grew no one knew, I was right with guns, Who you working with? I’m on for some immortal shit.. Niggas trying to murder me, Judges judging death on me, Pastors shutting church on me, Hating me telling me they gonna bury me, Looking through wall to my review, No mercy in my eyes, All I see is my evil, If you are a bad boy then you die, Gangsters outlaw when ride, Get me high, They fucked up when they robbed me, Put another contract on my deal, You crossed the lane Don’t explain start to pray Nigga time to die, Thought you was though now it’s late Nigga why you cry, Watch my hands while I pull the trigger, So you know the game we playing isn’t shit Nigga, Revenge flow deep without release, Want your death be announced on every street I beef, Finish it I speak, When his death is announced on every street, That we beef, They gonna know and withdraw, For us, who run the streets really, In the hood, Sending troups, executing enemies in the hood, And all, I see there weakness, I’m anti social and immortal when it comes to a war, I aren’t no killer but don’t push me, Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to digging pussy, Niggas grabbing glocks unloaded, Saying victim family’s moaning, Wished it was a crash, Asking cops to find his fucking body, Let them check the trash, But the cops are yet to find it, Checking the garages, in basement, vestigation on and going, hearing society talking, Saying that the dead was Dawg and rolling with a gang, He Got a lot of enemies and rivals got him dead, Now daddy got the RICO, Pay the judge like $2Million, Dollars to do the needful, Involving many forces to, Partake in quest to find me indoor, Involving all the outlaws and the maniacs, And he needs to, Declare reward for whosoever get the killer dead with info, For evidence if truly done and won the winners needs the head, $20 million dollars Reward ready stacked in cash,