(feat. Celph Titled)



[Louis Logic]

First and foremost, I got to figure out what hurts the whore most

Before we show up at this nigga's house

We can rip him out the drivers seat, pin him down

Grab the hag and jam a rag in her mouth

Wrap some string around her wrists, and tie her feet

You guys toss her in the back of the van

I'll be smackin' her man with the back of my hand

But that's just half of the plan

I can't believe this fuckin snake used to pass as my fam

Come up and shake my hand like it wasn't fake, damn

You take the van to my cousin's place in the countryside

Celph and Christian, I want you guys to help me lump this guy

We'll beat his ass within half an inch of his life

and fuck him up, just enough to make his mother cry

Then we'll leave the punk beside town square

Tied to a street pole, so people see his lump behind out bare

We'll come and ride out where this slutty flirt leads to

Strip her down to her birthday suit

Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch

Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop

You got it?



[beat drops]

[whispering plans]

[assorted shouting and fighting noises]



[LL] Alright, enough! Enough!

[CT] Fuck that! Fuck that shit!

[LL] Yo, chill!



[Louis Logic] [new beat]

Holy shit, dude he's bleeding a lot

I ain't no doctor, but he ain't movin, I can't see if he's breathin or not

[Celph Titled]

Yo nevermind, y'all just need to stop and check his signs

Feel his neck, and find his pulse, if he dies, we're gettin time

(Guys, what? We were only supposed to scare him)

Yo shut the fuck up

(The cops are gonna bust us man, his family knows my parents)

[LL] Oh god, there's no pulse, there's no repairin'

This niggaz dead, I know his mother too, that bitch is overbearin

I need a cigarette

(Take some fuckin' Nicorette, Lou we killed a guy)

Yo stop sayin that, maybe he's still alive

(Someone try CPR, he'll survive)

[CT] If he's got any blood that's still inside

[LL] Both of you shut up, I think I see a car

(What do we do?!)

[CT] We'll get some plastic bags and duct tape

Cut 'em up, package him, dig a hole and leave this faggot upstate

(Oh that's just great, we're all gonna end up in a cell)

Or in the chair, you whiny bitch, but you'll love it in hell

[LL] Come on you assholes, this isn't helpin

Christ, he fuckin stinks

He dumped on himself, this nigga's smellin

[CT] That's what happens when you split your melon

Give me the switchblade from the trunk

We'll make two stitches fit his well and a ditch made for just one

(We're fuckin triple felons)

[LL] Quit your yellin, help me wrap the arms up

We got to get this job done before any more cars come

We'll go meet up with Arson and take care of the bitch

Giftwrapped in a sinsack and dump the pair in a ditch



[sirens and police officer on radio]

Uhh, dispatch this is Car 51

possible 1-8-7 suspects loading bags shaped like body parts in a trunk



(Yo it's the fuckin' cops)

[LL] I told you assholes a cars gonna come

[CT] Hey yo it looks now, let's go before they start with the guns



[officer]

This is Car 51 requesting backup, we are in pursuit

of three suspects in a gold Honda Accord

PA license plate... Bravo David Sally 81 28

Possible 187, repeat possible 187, requesting backup



[beat drops, more sirens and helicopters][new beat]



[Louis Logic as Police Officer]

Come on out, we got the area surrounded

With SWAT teams around it and you're going downtown kid

[Louis Logic]

Sit down bitch, we ain't goin no place

Move again, I'll slash your whole face off with this cold blade

[PO] No wait, it's time to go home son, where you goin with this?

[LL] Son? Eat a dick copper, no one needs to know my business

Just get a chopper and lots of money, before I chop this honey's head off

It's too late when the scene has gotten bloody

[PO] Yo stop this funny stuff

[LL] Fuck you, and bring a case of beer

A lager, and don't bother tryin to make me wait for years

I got a taste for smearin' blood, plus I need a pack of smokes

So we don't slaughter, hold the pigs or I'ma slash your throat

Stop screamin, bitch, I'll give you somethin to cry about

[PO] Snipers, that's a go, he dropped his weapon, FIRE NOW [gunshots]

Affirmative, target hit, he's on the ground lyin' down

SWAT Team move in, sargeant turn those sirens down



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