Six Shots

By CusaX

On Murder Scene

Released on March 25, 2022

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[Intro: 44RON & CusaX]

Yo (Load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots)

Yeah!


[Verse 1: 44RON]

Y'all are makin' hit records while I'm over here

Makin' records hit as a prerequisite, don't compare

Me to you, or anybody in your clique, notice there's

Not a thing we possess in common, not one iota shared

And you can bet your fuckin' ass we been busy

Vaccine dripping on a track, grab a CDC

Medically approved hazmat suit—PPE

Because I can guarantee you ain't catchin' a single thing

Yeo, we all got this motherfucker locked down

Speak so evil, we go lethal, think we gonna stop now?

No cop outs, on route for the top, blaow!

Hip-hop clowns, you got clout from brainwashed crowds

These thought clouds, fillin' up, turnin' dark

This is where my journey starts

Fuck the hand I'm dealt, I'll burn there cards

'Cause I been workin' hard and every verse I'll murder long

As I continue to pursue and do this form of verbal art

[Chorus: 44RON & CusaX]

Everybody, everyone that I know

Lookin' at me like I don't know what's up

Think about the fact that we back into action, so

Lookin' at me when I won't give it up

Pieces of the puzzle are fallin' into there places

Take cover, take shelter, don't fuck with us

Detrimental to the mental, we ain't gonna waste this

Load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots (Yo!)


[Verse 2: CusaX]

Sick as an animal at the veterinarian

Stickers, I'm laminating, parent advisory sparingly

Varies between my records and carries my in-directional

Inconsequential mental adventures inside my dictionary

If I'm lookin' for the peak of my act

I'm seekin' how to release like I was a beacon of rap

No deceivin' or means of uneasy treason or grievin'

Leavin' reasons to believe that we seasoned and undefeated

Second to what? Bet you a buck

That you insinuate that Cusa/44 ain't enough

Got a pick the play I make, so don't predict the way I ain't

Bitch, I break the bank with every picture I create

If you think about it for an eighth of a second

You bit the bullet for the moment, but just wait for my record

Spin the barrel like it's Russian roulette

But we filled the fuckin' chamber full of hollow point lead!

[Chorus: 44RON & CusaX]

Everybody, everyone that I know

Lookin' at me like I don't know what's up

Think about the fact that we back into action, so

Lookin' at me when I won't give it up

Pieces of the puzzle are fallin' into there places

Take cover, take shelter, don't fuck with us

Detrimental to the mental, we ain't gonna waste this

Load it up, count it, three, four, five, six shots