Mercenaries, Papa Sleep, Prxpvne, Depth Strida, Mugxtsu, Kaiser, FUCKAPACHE, Sulph, Fukksailor - Stakeout Lyrics

Mercenaries boutta fucking gun you down
Everybody asking bout your whereabouts
Flip coordinates they ain't really give a shit when you body found
Just another product of that broken contraceptive
Grab that blow and now your body popping
Head explode bitch I'm stridawalking
Mercenaries always painting targets
Always asking papa why he fucking got it
I got the five-seven 40 heavens just to rest in peace
Fire started for the fallen one who's getting pissed
Third eye emblem I drain that bitch like a leech
She fucked me like a glitch
Now she looks like a flitch
Welcome to the streets now
Boutta put the beef down
Vision turning green now
Homie this a stakeout
I drank too much poison
Deep, quiet like ocean
I'm a pork, it's the season
Mercenaries gives seizure
Bad boy
Wassup mercenaries got you fucked up
You don’t fit in the roster
Keep on with your cult stuff
I got big guns
Big dicks in the fuckin clip
Black whip
Make you whiff your tornado kick
Bitch it’s fucking time turn this shit to a disaster
Teach a metalboy how to rap I’m your father
You are not and you will not belong here
Aye
Nobody can get on me no p90 or rpg no
Fuck that thing and fuck that shit
Yo imma be where you will not
You will not, you will not
Wassup mercenaries got you fucked up
You don’t fit in the roster
Keep on with your cult stuff
Couple murderd corpses, in the back'
Special forces we attack
Hearing sorrow, I dont care
Im just tryna get some stacks
Aks in my backpack, ammo belt around my head
Fucking paranoia, I dont wanna deal with that
We dont deal with that
Bitch were ready for combat
Smash faces of democrates
Well find out where you live at
We come thru with a baseball bat
Lay you on the train tracks
Still handing out them packs
Dismembering you with a axe
I be striding through the dark nights
Bright shine from street lights, I
Can't decide between these sides
Eating dirt with deep bites
Mercenaries be the squad
Break your skull with a crowbar
Im beneath the radar
Pull up with an ar
Unlock it, cock it
Bitch you better not get cocky
Mercenaries, we done did it again
Separate the troops from the gangs
If a mothafucka talkin shit
Put a glock in his bitch
Yung sailor in this bitch
I got drums if u snitch
Fight that bitch but I aint using my combos
I got drums like bongo
Yous a monkey, pogo
Mercenaries sailor sulph
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch

Mercenaries boutta fucking gun you down
Everybody asking bout your whereabouts
Flip coordinates they ain't really give a shit when you body found
Just another product of that broken contraceptive
Grab that blow and now your body popping
Head explode bitch I'm stridawalking
Mercenaries always painting targets
Always asking papa why he fucking got it
I got the five-seven 40 heavens just to rest in peace
Fire started for the fallen one who's getting pissed
Third eye emblem I drain that bitch like a leech
She fucked me like a glitch
Now she looks like a flitch
Welcome to the streets now
Boutta put the beef down
Vision turning green now
Homie this a stakeout
I drank too much poison
Deep, quiet like ocean
I'm a pork, it's the season
Mercenaries gives seizure
Bad boy
Wassup mercenaries got you fucked up
You don’t fit in the roster
Keep on with your cult stuff
I got big guns
Big dicks in the fuckin clip
Black whip
Make you whiff your tornado kick
Bitch it’s fucking time turn this shit to a disaster
Teach a metalboy how to rap I’m your father
You are not and you will not belong here
Aye
Nobody can get on me no p90 or rpg no
Fuck that thing and fuck that shit
Yo imma be where you will not
You will not, you will not
Wassup mercenaries got you fucked up
You don’t fit in the roster
Keep on with your cult stuff
Couple murderd corpses, in the back'
Special forces we attack
Hearing sorrow, I dont care
Im just tryna get some stacks
Aks in my backpack, ammo belt around my head
Fucking paranoia, I dont wanna deal with that
We dont deal with that
Bitch were ready for combat
Smash faces of democrates
Well find out where you live at
We come thru with a baseball bat
Lay you on the train tracks
Still handing out them packs
Dismembering you with a axe
I be striding through the dark nights
Bright shine from street lights, I
Can't decide between these sides
Eating dirt with deep bites
Mercenaries be the squad
Break your skull with a crowbar
Im beneath the radar
Pull up with an ar
Unlock it, cock it
Bitch you better not get cocky
Mercenaries, we done did it again
Separate the troops from the gangs
If a mothafucka talkin shit
Put a glock in his bitch
Yung sailor in this bitch
I got drums if u snitch
Fight that bitch but I aint using my combos
I got drums like bongo
Yous a monkey, pogo
Mercenaries sailor sulph
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch
1, 2 punch