Graphic Violence lyrics

[Intro: Esoteric]
I take it to the streets carjack 5-0
Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag
When opened up it resembles a weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
The pistol on me that I rock it ain’t by Mitchell and Ness
I need medicinal tests cuz I’m sick in the brain
Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin’ this pain
I’m takin’ names on the reg make 'em beg for their third leg
Weeks later, find him in the woods like a bird's egg
I got the knife now limbs I’m hackin’ off
Plus I fire tecs like layoffs at Mackintosh
Slackin’ off ain’t allowed when you’re on a mission
To annihilate entire nightclub crowds
Emptyin’ every clip, I’m fightin’ all types of sh*t
I’ve been hit, I really like this sh*t
Some muthaf*ckas should be payin’ me to write their sh*t
Whilin’ out bangin’ out Bacardi bikes and sh*t
I won’t settle, I deserve a medal
Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level

[Interlude: Cop Talking Over Radio]
Units in area come in, code 11–352
Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity
On route to reported drug transaction
Investigate immediately
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
I load up the Glock I line cats in chalk
Lotta pigs pullin’ triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
Don’t, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
My retinas stained by this graphic violence
When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants
Lock and load f*ck buryin’ heaters
I’m ruthless like a mother tryin’ to bury a fetus
I’ll wet you up like you stuck in the rain
Hit you in the jugular vain I’m pluggin’ ya brain
(Ya punk ass wanna try somethin’ with me?)
Yeah what’s that f*ck that
Muthaf*ckas bustin’ at me I bust back
Sword blaze my forte you can’t floor Shay
My style is negative like the image I portray
Change descriptions, let my beard grow
I’m weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe
Tryin’ to make it to the next bar without crackin’ a whip
5-0s start crackin’ the whip
Do a search find crack in the whip
Grab a jacket and split (hold it right there)
I’ll be back in a bit now I’m packin’ a clip

[Outro: Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells]
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, take that take that
You ain’t killin’ me you ain’t takin’ me alive
I ain’t goin out like that”
Yo, take that sh*t the f*ck up outta there
What I tell you bout makin’ all that (no)
Ya Tec? Ya Tec? Take ya ass to bed god dammit (no no)
No more XBOX for you for a week (no)
I’m sick a this, matter fact f*ck that (takes off his belt)
C’mon boy, I’m bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)
Muthaf*cka, take that muthaf*cka (Esoteric cries)
Aw hell boy, stop that cryin’
I didn’t raise me no little bytch!