YCK - Hollow Rounds Lyrics

Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's fuck what you talk and fuck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain

Stuck inside with no place to go
I just lost my vision back in the smoke
A motherfucker's coming shooting up some dope
He's got a couple bitches going off the zo

Benzedrine and sip mescaline
They fucked up real bad but can't be seen
Until bitches sipping on a lower dose
No won't take long till they overdose

Fucked up my set no I won't take a bet
Coming close back up or you're gonna meet death
Tone on the side sit back while I ride
Only spit real shit when I'm up on the mic

I don't gotta write when they're dissing my name
Cause I know what to spit and I know what to say
Ain't got shit better trash that verse
Motherfuck what you thought and the rest of your words

Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's fuck what you talk and fuck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain

Percocet you don't need a chase
You've just gotten used to the same old taste
Drink it down like you got to take
Like I would have guessed that your name was Grace

Pop a couple more in the gums
You lost all your teeth but now feeling numb
Think you're hard but you've become the scum
No good to the rest coming out the slum

Cutting up a pack while I move by the pound
Better not speak up Imma put you in the ground
Don't need a bed and don't need a sheet
I don't see the fucking point when I can't even sleep

Schizo fuck no I can't feel pain
I don't know what went wrong going in my membrane
Lost outta sight I don't know this place
Like all I recall just starts to erase

Hollow point rounds going straight to your throat
So it's fuck what you talk and fuck what you spoke
If I see your face when I'm up on the stage
Then I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain