Midnight Marauder - Ramirez

Top down up in the Chevy

Let me teach you how to whip the grain

Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame

Swerving corners in this jet

I’m on a quest to touch a hunnid more before I lay myself to rest

Sittin' on the Glock, I turn the beam on

A savage, I’m the fuckin' one

The Unabomber

Wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs

Red rum, murder, and greatness 'side of my mind

Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody in sight

I can load and bust a hammer

Hit the nail and crucify

Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine

Death note got a page with your name on it

Bullets flyin' to your head like a fuckin' comet

Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist

Purp smoke, gun clips

Shootin' from the fuckin' hip

Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder

Grip the chopper like a boulder

Ain’t nobody fuckin' colder

Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic

Strapped up like a dyke

Your bitch want the pipe

It’s alright, I’mma hit tonight

I’mma end your life by the knife

You gonna pay the price

I’mma dim your fuckin' lights and leave you hangin' by the tide

Telegraph inside your mailbox

It reads that you a bitch

Body baggin' motherfuckers that be thinkin' that they slick

Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick