[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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