| Sank | 
| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript | 
| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip | 
| With clips of hollow tips | 
| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid | 
| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s | 
| Sank | 
| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript | 
| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip | 
| With clips of hollow tips | 
| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid | 
| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s | 
| Honda full of ski masks and extended clips | 
| Knock a nigga down real quick with the 4/5th | 
| Have him on his knees begging for his life like a lil bitch | 
| Bring out the Ruger, bitch I’m the shooter | 
| Run through yo block with my young nigga Tuger | 
| Pull out the stank with the long sharp shooter | 
| Fucking with me then you float in the sewer | 
| Bitch Imma beast and I never get sleep cause I’m merking these streets and I’m | 
| stacking my cream | 
| Bodie a nigga, throw him in the sea | 
| Think this a game, well you better believe | 
| Leave me alone don’t irritate me, cause I’m willing to snap and you don’t want | 
| to see | 
| Be in the spot where this shits going down, and I promise there will be a lotta | 
| casualties | 
| Sank | 
| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript | 
| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip | 
| With clips of hollow tips | 
| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid | 
| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s | 
| Sank | 
| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript | 
| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip | 
| With clips of hollow tips | 
| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid | 
| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s | 
| $uicide is all I think about when I lay in bed | 
| Screaming out, Grey*59 until the fucking day I’m dead | 
| Lost myself so quickly when I drank the blood and hit my head | 
| My momma never gave a fuck | 
| So all these drugs done kept me fed | 
| Losing my mind when I talk to the devil | 
| Envision myself at the top of the mountain | 
| Fell from the top and the halo came off | 
| And these demons came into my life and surrounded it | 
| What the fuck should I do? | 
| I’m in the closet with the noose | 
| He slips, I swings machetes trough his arteries | 
| I don’t leave enough of the guts for them | 
| To be performin' some fuckin' autopsies | 
| Sank | 
| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript | 
| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip | 
| With clips of hollow tips | 
| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid | 
| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |