Firing Squad - A.B. Original, Hau

You can tell when they sweatin' and they breathe hard

Hit the pipe and then he turn into a Scream mask (Hey, there)

Drop-a-grand-on-a-gram-type scenario

Now they deeper in the pipe than Mario (Sup, Luigi?)

Try that shit over in Bali, bro

You’d be in a prison gettin' beaten with a garden hose

Eating with the rats, all the scraps off the floor (Yum)

Garnish it with blood from the scabs on your jaw (Delicious)

The friendliest’ll turn into the envious

Dumped their moral compass and got higher than Dikembe is

Mutumbo, dumbo, your point’s fuckin' jumbo

Eyes on the prize left them lookin' like Columbo

My squad said you wanna diss me

All alone with your homie chasing all them twin peaks (Nah)

Said they like Lance without the cancer

Told them all them drugs they doing are not enhancing the squad (Hey)

From the front to the back, bullets over the track

From the firing squad (Hey)

No, a vest ain’t special, it can’t protect

From the firing squad (Hey)

You can hear us coming but there ain’t no running

From the firing squad (Hey)

Do as you’re told, put on your blindfold

It’s the firing squad

Direct from Methlehem

Jesus Christ, put down the pipe

Actin' like Bjork from the land of ice

If they hand you your change, you better count that twice

The only thing you can count is the men from mice

You’re about to deal with the myth, the legend

Nice with the the fist but now I reach for the weapon (You push me)

They put the meth in the method, the sess in the essence

Talk but they step in the presence (Coward)

Scorin' points, on the court, they was trouble

Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double

Best there ever was, best there ever will be

Blindfolds on when the squad’s in the building

Jon Snow, a song of fire and ice

The marksmen are nice and they’re firing right

Can’t look me in the eye, reciting your lies

You’re fuckin' kidding me

Now the squad take you out your misery (Brrap)

From the front to the back, bullets over the track

From the firing squad (Hey)

No, a vest ain’t special, it can’t protect

From the firing squad (Hey)

You can hear us coming but there ain’t no running

From the firing squad (Hey)

Do as you’re told, put on your blindfold

It’s the firing squad

What you gonna say when I’m up in your face

And then what happens next is how you react?

What you gonna do when the roof’s closing in

And then all you can see is a mountain of black?

What you gonna say when I’m up in your face

And then what happens next is how you react?

What you gonna do when the roof’s closing in

And then all you can see is a mountain of black?