Snuff

As your face hits the floor you feel sorry for that action
It's too late 'cause I ain't got no motherfucking fraction of remorse left
And you best believe it's time for payback, I push back a cap in your head
Another setback the fuck up, I might be gettin' buck with that nine
Get your ass in the trunk 'cause we're going for a drive
So what ya gonna do when I step to you?
Now what you gonna do? Ah
Snuff, snuff goes the MF gun
Snuff, snuff, where ya gonna run?
Snuff, snuff goes the MF gun
Snuff, snuff, where ya gonna run?
As you clench your gut, you feel sorry for your actions
It's too late 'cause I ain't got no motherfucking fraction of friction going on
And you're about to take a beatin
Say hi to God for me, you're gonna meet him pretty soon
I'll be pulling some psycho shit
And I'll leave that ass down bleeding like a period
So what ya gonna do when I step to you?
Now what you gonna do? Ah
Snuff, snuff goes the MF gun
Snuff, snuff, where ya gonna run?
Snuff, snuff goes the MF gun
Snuff, snuff, where ya gonna run?
I hate your guts and I want you to die
I sit in my room and think of that knife
I plot your death in a million different ways
But I can't so I pump up that jam now
Pump it up, s-n-u-f-f