Pure Anna lyrics

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[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Trigger fingers pressin', motherf*cker got a twitch
I'mma (?) this Wesson back and rub it, got a pop itch
Le'me squeeze it, mane ya temperature decrease, couldn't breathe
If you sellin' wolf tickets I'll buy twenty piece
Mane I'll come and get yo microphone, n*ggas doing it all wrong
Really wanna get him gone, won't say it on a f*ckin' song
Walk straight in yo house, shoot yo kids and yo spouse
Spaz on out, bloody as a hog, slice meat up and (?)
You don't want a n*gga (?) out
With this four four style lockdown rap
Blow yo sauerkraut out boom plaw, aah
I promise you won't like way I get down
Have yo ass missin' from the motherf*ckin' hip down