Stray Bullet by Organized Konfusion Cover

Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism Which gives a response for the automatic *bang* Clip to release projectiles in single File forcing me to ignite then travel Through the barrel, headed for the light At the end of a tunnel with no specific target in sight Slow the flow like H₂O water Visualize the scene of a homicide, a slaughter No remorse for the course I take when you pull it The result's a stray bullet Niggas who knew hit the ground runnin' and stay down Except for the kids who play on the playground 'Cause for some little girl she'll never see more than six years of life Trifleing, when she fell from the seesaw But umm wait, my course isn't over Fled out of the other side of her head towards A red Range Rover, then I ricochet Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say "Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face *bang* And I struck it, now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face And an abundance of brains all over the street Shame how we had to meet *bang* Dashin', buckin', greet by fuckin' family They follow behind me in a orderly fashion Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild Crashin' through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tiles I'm coming for you little girl Once inside I shatter your world Swirl, no more dreams, no hopes when I spray You better pray to the Pope or the Vatican before I go rat-tat-a-tat again I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again But whose blue skies will turn grey From the attack of the MAC-11, I'm a stray bullet Corruption, deceit, motherfucking dishonesty 3 words in a row that don’t even close to describing me A pint or three or four a maybe more my name is Claw and I’m nice on thee Microphone