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The Punisher Kills Hip​-​Hop

from Gasface by Castle

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lyrics

they inside the crib wildin',
i'm standing outside grippin' a sennheiser.
turn the safety off, take a deep breath.
and exhale the winter air.
guards watching, but they're none the wiser.
'bout to put a stop to their shine like a sun visor.
start the party with a few bombs.
lot of 'em brag of how they're "cold."
let's see how they fair against the napalm.
beg for mercy, but my heart is the color of Akon.
smack him in their jibs and then i'm snatching their chain off.
most of these guys soft. i spray away and scoff.
a few make an attempt to flank, but i son 'em all.
not only did i bring the beef, i brought it flame broiled.
and smile as i'm casually picking these lames off.
i cease my attack, walk along the battlefield
that's littered with dead bodies, beat tapes, and snapbacks.
my adrenaline got me high as a fat sack.
i regroup and reload ó *CLICK-CLACK*
nobody's left but a bunch of vixens, watching with wide-eyes.
i tell 'em to runaway and find a job.
i sense movement, i think somebody's still alive.
find him and end him with a double tap between the eyes.
duckin' the sirens, i look for the leader of these scrubs.
eventually spot his car parked at a strip club.
creep through the back, snuffed a bouncer on the way in.
not a cloud in the sky, but inside it was raining.
nice weather to die in. i might as well had stuck
my head in the mouth of a lion.
i'm cool, but it's possible i'll go the way of the mayans.
don't know the future, but somebody tonight is dying.
it's win or die trying.
swaggered in the room, caught the attention of his goons.
their boss man's caught up in making it monsoon.
strobe lights glistened on my makeshift dogtags,
a testament to my victory on his comrades.
that seemed to catch eye along with his rage.
i slay his underlings before his money hit the stage.
shots fired! the strip club succumbs to chaos.
thank god i had a vest on when he let the guage off.
more flunkies pile in. i have a long road ahead of me.
it's crazy, i ain't even got a mile in.
the move in my direction, i use the bar for protection.
these niggas got me pinned down like insect collection.
shoulda planned ahead, arrogance will be the death of me.
corner of my eye, caught a grenade rolling next to me!
move quick, lob it back, pop up, *BRRAATT-BRRAATT*
shot one in his ego, then another on his neck tat.
so-called "greatest" lie surrounded by his boys.
that grenade i tossed back turned the club into Detroit.
found a bottle of Jack Daniels and popped it open
took a swig, then poured it over the bullet wound on my shoulder.
shit, i ain't even notice. fatigue gettin' to me.
swaying on my feet, vision in and out of focus.
i see my target freeze up when he hear my feet approaching.
i guess he figured if he played dead i would have ghosted.
pull out some pre-rolled medical, then i roast it.
twin steams of smoke escape the nostrils when i toke it.
"any last words?" and he weakly said, "fuck you."
and i just smiled, then showed his brain what a slug do.

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from Gasface, released July 23, 2013

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