Tommy Wright III - Chrome Thang (Instrumental)

I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face We creep with them glocks We take ’em to the stash pod {verse 1} What do you see when you look in the mirror The nigga they call the evil son Nigga you know, you niggas can’t run Blow you up like in vietnam Torture your body your souls i take When {inaudible} my rifle and slugs Leaving your body in a pool - redrum Evil song calling you niggas will come Look into the eyes of the mask when i blast Leaving your body laying dead in the grass Lucifer cutting you up like freddy Blessing you with this holy machete Deadly dreams {inaudible} As i hear these silent screams One, two, we coming for you {inaudible} Diminishing you with the tip of a knife Your body giving off a smell Walking through four corners Just like walking through the gates of hell Ashes to ashes, dust to dust This psychopath’s going into a rage Lucifer holding you down As i slice you up with razor-blades Boil your skin i have no friends I’m kicking it with an evil friend Taking control of your soul i’m so bold Sticking a pitchfork up your nose Glass into this crystal ball Busters in the midnight maker Evil son {inaudible} crucifix Taking your soul cus we’re the soul takers {verse 2} You f*cked up This talk about killing You talking ’bout fighting i’m talking ’bout killing Crucifix {inaudible} You talking this shit like you gonna die bitch We coming out hard {inaudible} You gon’ be hit, your wig gon’ be split {inaudible} Crushing your legs to the point you can’t walk That handicap sign on the back of your ride You and that crucifix gonna be alight Blood is showing your heart gon’ be blown Up out of your chest with a flick of the wrist The devil keep telling me kill every buster Lucifer’s gotta be {inaudible} Lucifer’s going to {inaudible} In a mystical way that your body don’t make I’m {inaudible}, a buster, a {inaudible} motherf*cker Using my knuckle while serving these suckas Listen to me as i talk to myself I promise you busters gon’ meet your death Walk with a knife {inaudible} Masked murder while leaving no trace Scared of the dark, claiming your heart Taking your souls, souls i take Scoping the scene with an infrared beam Slicing and dicing, in front of a guillotine Bring your dreams and watch them diminish {inaudible} this still ain’t finished {chorus} I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face We creep with them glocks We take ’em to the stash pod {verse 3} Straight up outta riverside Holding my motherf*cking dick A blunt in my face, drinking a quart Hollerin’ riverside, bitch Pants sagging, drinking, laughing Checking niggas on the cut Crenshaw(?) killers, riverside niggas Players just don’t give a f*ck f*ck you f*ck no f*ck them f*ck them I don’t give a motherf*ck This ain’t no studio gangsta shit But manne, this is straight up riverside {inaudible} hoe, bitch, the home of the killers, players, pimps Business shooters, real bit, the gorillas on the corner Set the track we jacking bitches cause they talk shit We don’t ever hesitate we’ve got to get up in they shit Comin’ in packs in black ski-masks Gonna blast yo ass real fast then dash f*ck that cause a track {inaudible} Wish i was my other {inaudible} Climbing through the thirty show 9-6 niggas running shit all over {inaudible} Player ain’t gonna bring it real f*ck a gangster fairytale Scopin’ out these hoes f*ck these niggas give ’em farewell {verse 4} Who can you run to? Once your surrounded by niggas with tecs Soul takers on the quest Time to {inaudible} f*ck respect My sweat, dripping off of your face Lightning is so frightening to me It’s exciting, chasing whiteboys through the woods When they fall you know it’s all good Michael myers set ’em on fire Lighter fluid there’s nothing to it Look up in the moon like i say it’s kind of full And my hair grows long as i turn into a werewolf Chase ’em just like jason Gotta have more than a gun for this leprechaun As i say, wanna play Bloodlust sugar Take your soul like chucky Scary looking knife, baby don’t be surprised When i wake up on the morning someone dead on the news Got mud on my shoes but i swear i was asleep Bloodshed leaving clues like i don’t tell the truth Witchcraft, as quick as the hoe will bewitch Tommy wright will leave a nigga in a ditch Soul takers, back breakers, like lex luthor My idol freddy krueger {inaudible} running grim reapers thirty crib deeper Gotta let me know when to kill Norman bates can wait so shot him up a bit As he bled we toppin’ head Went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror No {inaudible} say candyman 5 times Grab my smith-n-wesson, flicked on the light Tommy wright didn’t have no reflection {chorus} I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face We creep with them glocks We take ’em to the stash pod