Winged Assassins

Look, you the muhfuckin' tin man
Bullets measured in a straight
Line like a wingspan
That’s my ahki, that's my brother
That's my fuckin’ kinsman
All heads bein' young boys over flim flam
We run through you like Bo Jackson
Muhfuckas aim for [Dm7]the wig and [Bm]it's no cappin'
Look, I got [Fm7]goons and [Bm]they chrome magnet
What the f*ck the point of
A safety with no action?
I will ɾide on [C7]whoever
Pain is temporary, pride is forever
Why I had to [C7]ask you [A7for [Dm7]my [A]bread back?
I ain't shootin' dice
That's a muhfuckin' head crack
You mixed up and [Bm]the boi dirty
Can’t tie his own shoelaces
And the boi thirty
And why would I even bother to [C7]brawl?
The bigger they are thе harder they fall
Stupid!