Artist: D0C2CE

Song: Question

Album: Blame Me

Label: SMI Music

Year: 2015

[Chorus]

To all the industry clown ass rappers and the hip hop guys I

Just got one question that i really wana ask u (what's that?)

How many guns do you own?

And boxes of ammo do u got stored up in ya home?

How many suits and ties do u got for your diguise?

When u runnin from the cops in the muthafuckin night sky?

Sweved off liquor ya you came sick but where the fuck

U think i came up with the name SMI click?

[VERSE 1: D0c2ce]

The walls closin in demons heard wut i said

So they backed off and let me hold weapons instead

I got my middle fingers up fuck life in the club

Rather be a soldier in the mountains wit my sniper when the time comes

Go hard is my only choice rippin your esophagus out

Leave you mute dont need to hear your voice

I'm heated like a lava pool opposite of cool

Wolverine caged in the muthafuckin zoo

Let me loose i dont do this for the rappin

I do this cuz the musical demons everynight wake me up laughin

Bombs, acid, and hollows in this muthafucka

Yeah keep tha buck sharp if i need ta buck ya

Wrote my first rap when i was 11 lightin

My homies garage on fire knew i wasn't destined for heaven

Somebody felt my hate women and men walked away

Good ima need alota space fuck you games

[Chorus]

To all the industry clown ass rappers and the hip hop guys I

Just got one question that i really wana ask u (what's that?)

How many guns do you own?

And boxes of ammo do u got stored up in ya home?

How many suits and ties do u got for your diguise?

When u runnin from the cops in the muthafuckin night sky?

Sweved off liquor ya you came sick but where the fuck

U think i came up with the name SMI click?

[VERSE 2: D0c2ce]

My insides spit acid bleach, got no empathy

Love is just a myth so dig deep into the hole

Cunts usin for power cut they muthafuckin throat

Let it spray take a shower

Leaving boundaries behind in my last hour

Uh, fuck what you write!

If ya game isnt sharp i might fuck yo wife

Smi click ya we got sum military style shit

Underground stock pile ready for apocalypse

Ya, you comin so weak in ya verses

Tryna sound like the other guy, but you a curse bitch

U tryna relate, statin false things in what was written

To sum gangbangin killa shit that u ain't really livin

I dont live it either keep it solid not a slave to the dolla

But that dollaz are my slaves in my pocket

Suited up in boss and versace with a flash light

And a extendable stock on my shotty this goes out

[Chorus]

To all the industry clown ass rappers and the hip hop guys I

Just got one question that i really wana ask u (what's that?)

How many guns do you own?

And boxes of ammo do u got stored up in ya home?

How many suits and ties do u got for your diguise?

When u runnin from the cops in the muthafuckin night sky?

Sweved off liquor ya you came sick but where the fuck

U think i came up with the name SMI click?