Sarcophagus III

LETRA

Sarcophagus III

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—the suspect was seen fleeing away from the scene

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

Murder, murder on my mind
Suicidal all the time
They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's dripping down my eyes
Point, point, point, me a tone
Shoot me a bitch 'till the clip go click
Heard that you're tipping police and shit
Rat motherfuck*** I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talking all over the forum
Bitch, 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

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

Yung Plague got a one-way ticket
Some say, "He the young flame"
With the gun play on a Sunday
Make a fuckin' pu*** boy stand in the blood rain
Ruby levitate, another gun bang
Chump change boy
Now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfuckin' AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank, boy yuh
UZI fuc*** fire like a gun range, boy
Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ay
Yung Plague was a dead boy, ay
No shame in the blunt, ay, don't be scared, boy, ay
Just let me choke in the flames

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

Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide
Grey matter run through my fuc*** mind
Grey clouds surround when we take a life
Last thing you taste is my fuc*** 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*** with the boys
G-G*59
Don't try to cross the line
Fuc*** with the killers imma have to make your soul mine
Fuc*** 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*** ‘bout a hoe

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