Warzone by EXEM Lyrics

Yeah cunt i got a couple things to say
To these bitches standing in my way
Ya better fuckin’ run
Duck and hide
Go find yourself a disguise
Cause I’m comin for you fucking life
Like
Wow, well aren’t you faggots slung
Talking shit, yeah like you got a fucking gun
Son
U can’t fuck with me
I’m to buck ya see
Watch me
Take yo shit
And send shots from the Glock
Ya wish ya got
Can't be stopped
Won't be dropped
I fight my ops
With words, and lyrics
Cause the barrels getting way to hot
Im to extreme
My name be E-X-E-M
Ima;
Mad motherfucker
You’re a sad motherfucker
Gonna die in the gutter
Ima curb ya motherfucken head
Then slit yo neck
Bitch, now ya fucking dead
E-X-E-M Tatted on my fucking chest
That’s why I don’t need no fucking vest
It be all the pro-tech I need
You’ll need protection from me
When I’m runnin’ for your neck
Slash an E instead of a Z(’ed)

Bitch, don’t test me
Ill cut yo dick and give you a fresh pussy
A brand new cunt
For your mans to fuck
Fuck you in ya junk
I told you not to fucking front

We, fighting in a war zone
All you gots a wardrobe
I’m in war mode
Draw-hoe
Or im’a draw on you
You think we will draw you’re a fucking fool
You think you will win than the prior is double (x2)

Im’a rip this shit, drip this shit
Drip-clique gone run up on yo shit bitch
Hit list
Excommunicate
Congregate at ya front gate mate
And then torch the crucifix
On which you have been slayed…
Fucking “Pray”