Hollow Rounds lyrics

[Chorus]
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's f*ck what you talk and f*ck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's f*ck what you talk and f*ck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain

[Verse 1]
Stuck inside with no place to go
I just lost my vision back in the smoke
A motherf*cker's coming, shooting up some dope
He's got a couple b*tches going off the zo'
Benzedrine and sip mescaline
They f*cked up real bad but can't be seen
Until b*tches sipping on a lower dose
No won't take long till' they overdose
f*cked up my set, no I won't take a bet
Coming close back up or you're gonna meet death
Tone on the side, sit back while I ride
Only spit real sh*t when I'm up on the mic
I don't gotta write when they're dissing my name
Cause I know what to spit and I know what to say
Ain't got sh*t, better trash that verse
Motherf*ck what you thought and the rest of your words
[Chorus]
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's f*ck what you talk and f*ck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's f*ck what you talk and f*ck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain

[Verse 2]
Percocet, you don't need a chase
You've just gotten used to the same old taste
Drink it down like you got to take
Like I would have guessed that your name was Grace
Pop a couple more in the gums
You lost all your teeth but now feeling numb
Think you're hard but you've become the sc*m
No good to the rest coming out the slum
Cutting up a pack while I move by the pound
Better not speak up, Imma put you in the ground
Don't need a bed and don't need a sheet
I don't see the f*cking point when I can't even sleep
Schizo f*ck, no I can't feel pain
I don't know what went wrong, going in my membrane
Lost outta sight, I don't know this place
Like all I recall just starts to erase
[Chorus]
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's f*ck what you talk and f*ck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain
Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's f*ck what you talk and f*ck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain