Sarcophagus III lyrics

[Intro]
"Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene."."

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Point me a tone
Point, point, point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone
Point me a tone

[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Murder, murder on my mind
$uicidal all the time
They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's drippin' down my eyes
Point, point, point, me a tone
Shoot me a b*tch 'til the clip go "click"
Heard that you're tippin' police and sh*t
Rat motherf*ckers, I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talkin' all over the forum
b*tch, I hate everybody, I ain't here to make friends
Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again
See you in the flesh, and your tone change up
Yung Christ, I can never-ever be touched
$carecrow stick talk, triggers, I clutch
Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Point, point, point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point, point, point me a tone right

[Verse 2: YUNG PLAGUE]
Yung Plague got a one-way ticket
Some say he the young flame, with the gunplay on a Sunday
Make a f*ckin' pus*y boy stand in the blood rain
Ruby levitate, another gun bang
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherf*ckin' AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherf*cking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point blank, boy, yuh
Uzi f*cking fire like a gun range, boy
c*m stains on your dumb dame, boy, ayy
Yung Plague was a dead boy, ayy
No shame in the blunt, aye, don't be scared, boy, ayy
Just let me choke in the flames

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right
Point, point, point me a tone right
[Verse 3: RAMIREZ]
Welcome to the motherf*ckin' genocide
Bloody murder run through my f*cking mind
Grey clouds surround when we take a life
Last thing you taste is my f*cking knife
Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome
Shine through the dark
Now there’s nothing but the chrome
Cut ya' body up, and I throw it in a hole
AK strapped never trying to f*ck with the boys
G-G*59
Don’t try to cross the line
f*cking with the killers I'ma have to make your soul mine
f*cking with the murderers, I’ll have you breathing no more
Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44
Scrim with the K he don’t give a f*ck ‘bout a hoe

[Outro: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point, point, point me a tone right