Crazy Violence Pt.2 feat NBF-Guyami

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(GenXjeezy)

It's crazy violence and it's straight insane, once I reach my limit I wont refrain

I'm full of disdain and fucking profane plus I'm highly flammable like propane

It may be abstruse but I'm the product of neglect and abuse which gave me an excuse

To let loose with the with the misuse I produce, you're not ready for the pain I induce

I'm so fucking psychotic people think I'm demonic, look into my eyes they're hypnotic

I'll hit you in the temple so hard it'll knock your eye out of socket, my fists are fuckin' atomic

When I get you on the ground I wont fuck around, I'll be all over you like a hound

The ass whoopin' you get will be profound and if there's water nearby you might get drowned

The voices in my head tell me to kill and I gaze in their eyes to see the fear I instill

I'm scarier than Amityville, snort a pill, I might just choke you to death for the thrill

When I go off my hinges I can't stop the images of me putting and end to your wishes

I give death kisses to these bitches and when I handle my business I put em' in ditches

I'm one crazy bastard, when I get plastered I go off and faces get shattered, skulls fractured

The art of the kill is something I've mastered and if I don't kill you, best believe you gonna get battered

You can get X Factored like you never mattered, we're a hazard, the competition scattered

You can fuck around and get captured and end up in the basement with blood gettin' spattered

It's your life to live so be wise, If you're gonna be someone I despise you should wear a disguise

I'll burn out your eyes and laugh at your cries, fuckin' with me might be your final demise

I'm into domination and subjugation, dehumanization and occasionally electrification

I love your participation, I'm full if indignation I'm not gonna stop until your defecation

 

(NBF-Guyami)

45. you know i'm violent, if i see a goofy you know I'm sliding (better slide)

think she sly, I know he hiding, count to 10 now his ass dying (eckk)

face on a shirt his momma crying, postin the pictures of son he lying (face down)

face down, gave me a reason, boom boom boom now he aint breathin (exhale)

 

black on back got black suburbans, fool his ass we close the curtains (close)

better place, we take out burdens, go home to god, listen to sermons (amen)

Blood type is V-O-N, fuck 63rd we spin again, late at night we out at ten (late)

you poke the bear, he out his den (grrr)

 

back in school i had no friends, go migos we set the trends, (migo)

was never broke never seen a trench, blood thirsty killa thirst gotta quench (vampire)