The Infa Red Beam
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:35 am
This is one of my old drops from datpiff lol just lookin 4 some feedback
hes gonna be fuckin dead-victim i can hear his sweat-drippin searchin for him while i pop the next-clip-in/
my presence is stress-given painting the streets with red-children got a 38 wit bullets to be left-in him/
his brain is planning on meeting-the-metal than he'll be meeting-the-devil no more cares or worries/
twisted thoughts in-my-mind h in-his-spine like letting the 38 hit-his-spine and seein him burried/
feeling like fuckin a pred-a-tor getting ready to for a job for the newspaper obituaries ed-i-tor/
searching these streets pac-ing i see my victim scared and hes rac-ing to his life im the cred-i-tor/
i cock back the hammer as the target's in sight its dark out but he'll soon reach the white light/
he hears me-comin his heart beat-thumpin in the streets-runnin afraid of the tragic end to this night/
i bust a warning-shot soon his street sha'll be a mourning-block for this who's man soon to be gone/
ppl scattering all the driving-stops he wishes he had osama's hiding-spot his name now a r.i.p song/
sprintin like a track-athlete he's prolly thinking will he catch-me so i speed um fire off one shot/
he slows down hits the corner i catch him put the heat to his face take his phone no callin the cops/
his face says it all the expression of a man in pain testin the weapon and my brain as if its inasne/
so he enters the car hands-tied any slight move the man-dies so just sit back cuz this is not a game/
we reach the destination preparing his ex-termi-nation taking his life my de-termi-nation overwhlems/
pistol-whip the little-prick duck tape him to the chair soon he'll be dead sent off to other realms/
he looks at me wondering what he's done my method is un heard off for he was the witness of my murder/
now i have to worry-if-he-snitches so i must burry-him-with-stitches and wrapped up like a burger/
i laugh wit sick fucking intentions in my head as a tear leaves his eye he knows his time is soon near/
hes finished his life basically diminished the time i could get tremendous so his screams no1 will hear/
i ask if he has any last regrets knowing his mouth is shut finally my payback nobody here to stop that/
i load every bullet in the clip slowly making him watch as he quivers hearing the thirty eight cock back/
he looks up to see a red beam facing his eyes preparing for his demise soon he'll be dead resting in hell/
the shot fires his brain hits the floor i step out the door sirens raging im caught now im resting in jail/
in a cell pacing shakin cold dark chilly sweatin just like my last victim this illusion is more optical/
as i sit here & dedictae my life to this correctional facility another victim to the infa-red chronicles/
the bars might be too long but at datpiff it was acceptable idk how ur gonna be about it on this site but lemmekno
hes gonna be fuckin dead-victim i can hear his sweat-drippin searchin for him while i pop the next-clip-in/
my presence is stress-given painting the streets with red-children got a 38 wit bullets to be left-in him/
his brain is planning on meeting-the-metal than he'll be meeting-the-devil no more cares or worries/
twisted thoughts in-my-mind h in-his-spine like letting the 38 hit-his-spine and seein him burried/
feeling like fuckin a pred-a-tor getting ready to for a job for the newspaper obituaries ed-i-tor/
searching these streets pac-ing i see my victim scared and hes rac-ing to his life im the cred-i-tor/
i cock back the hammer as the target's in sight its dark out but he'll soon reach the white light/
he hears me-comin his heart beat-thumpin in the streets-runnin afraid of the tragic end to this night/
i bust a warning-shot soon his street sha'll be a mourning-block for this who's man soon to be gone/
ppl scattering all the driving-stops he wishes he had osama's hiding-spot his name now a r.i.p song/
sprintin like a track-athlete he's prolly thinking will he catch-me so i speed um fire off one shot/
he slows down hits the corner i catch him put the heat to his face take his phone no callin the cops/
his face says it all the expression of a man in pain testin the weapon and my brain as if its inasne/
so he enters the car hands-tied any slight move the man-dies so just sit back cuz this is not a game/
we reach the destination preparing his ex-termi-nation taking his life my de-termi-nation overwhlems/
pistol-whip the little-prick duck tape him to the chair soon he'll be dead sent off to other realms/
he looks at me wondering what he's done my method is un heard off for he was the witness of my murder/
now i have to worry-if-he-snitches so i must burry-him-with-stitches and wrapped up like a burger/
i laugh wit sick fucking intentions in my head as a tear leaves his eye he knows his time is soon near/
hes finished his life basically diminished the time i could get tremendous so his screams no1 will hear/
i ask if he has any last regrets knowing his mouth is shut finally my payback nobody here to stop that/
i load every bullet in the clip slowly making him watch as he quivers hearing the thirty eight cock back/
he looks up to see a red beam facing his eyes preparing for his demise soon he'll be dead resting in hell/
the shot fires his brain hits the floor i step out the door sirens raging im caught now im resting in jail/
in a cell pacing shakin cold dark chilly sweatin just like my last victim this illusion is more optical/
as i sit here & dedictae my life to this correctional facility another victim to the infa-red chronicles/
the bars might be too long but at datpiff it was acceptable idk how ur gonna be about it on this site but lemmekno