[Intro]
"Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene..."
[Chorus: Project Pat & Yung Christ]
Point me a tone
Point, point, point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone (Murder, murder)
Point me a tone (Murder, murder)
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
Murder, murder on my mind
$uicidal all the time
They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's drippin' down my eyes
Point, point, point me a tone
Shoot me a bitch 'til the clip go, "Click"
Heard that you're tippin' police and shit
Rat motherfuckers, I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talkin' all over the forum
Bitch, I hate everybody, I ain't here to make friends
Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again
See you in the flesh, and your tone change up
Yung Christ, I can never-ever be touched
$carecrow stick talk, triggers, I clutch
Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, ho
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point, point, point me a tone right
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Yung Plague got a one-way ticket
Some say he the Young Flame, with the gunplay on a Sunday
Make a fuckin' pussy boy stand in the blood rain
Ruby levitate, another gun bang
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the wit' the motherfuckin' AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfuckin' game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point blank, boy, yuh
Uzi fucking fire like a gun range, boy
Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ayy
Yung Plague was a dead boy, ayy
No shame in the blunt, ayy, don't be scared, boy, ayy
Just let me choke in the flames
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right
Point, point, point me a tone right
[Verse 3: RAMIREZ]
Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide (Genocide)
Bloody murder run through my fuckin' mind (Fuckin' mind)
Grey clouds surround when we take a life (Take a life)
Last thing you taste is my fucking knife (Grrrra)
Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome
Shine through the dark, now there's nothing but the chrome
Cut ya' body up, and I throw it in a hole
AK strapped, never tryna fuck with the boys
G-G*59
Don't try to cross the line
Fucking with the killers, I'ma have to make your soul mine (Rah)
Fucking with the murderers, I'll have you breathing no more (Rah)
Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44 (Rah)
Scrim with the K, he don't give a fuck 'bout a ho
[Outro: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool
Point me a tone, point, point