yung cru$ade – don’t tread on me i lyrics
verse: big o
pockets lined with some rhymes for my coffin
my f+cking epitaph typed up, death is calling
better have some caution
striking monsters oh so often
laws are nothing to my +rs+nal
my swords are bl++dy orange
saw some death and then i turned to reapers brother
creepers looking grim when i show them bloods color
other motherf+ckers thought that o was out here running
but i told them that’s a cover ordinarily a gunner
stand my ground bet, that’s illegal in connecticut
but don’t you fret, i’m out herе wet
im bleeding red, it’s from my head
causе of that dumb ass law
so i’mma stand here strong
stand my ground with a f+cking 44 magnum
tread on me, well you’ll see why i’ve got a gun
lead shot, one pop, my revolver likes fun
fed the barrel, and you see why i hate to run
with a smile, bl++dy pile of your f+cking tongue
stomach bile caught all over my bloodstained lawn
start a fire just to feel the heat of what i’ve done
cops and sirens start to shudder at the sight at dawn
scared to see the big o f+cking up their sons
p+ssed as sh+t as the ops know i haven’t stopped
call the cops motherf+cker! be the next one popped
be the next narq chopped, you’ll be the next fraud dropped
see bo chucking bricks through yo godd+mn shop
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