Crushing Limbs Lyrics & Chords By Dumbfoundead & Dj Zo

I hate you, I hate you so damn much
Running on the rocky cliffs,
These craters craters, waiting for them to pull me down,
These hater haters, I hear their footsteps loud and clearly,
coming to draw me in as their own.

Misery is looking for a wingman,
With a picture of me asking have you seen him,
Yea haters love company, oh don't they,
While they roll their eyes at me, I just roll J's.
There are no days off for the hateful, LA's full of those so stay tuned,
They don't like what I'm doing but respect it,
Sayin' they don't mess with it but dissect it,
They tell me I'm weird, I tell'em they're normal,
I'm just trying to take you to a different place wormhole.
I aint ya'll, not cut from the same cloth, cut from a whole nother fabric with a chainsaw,
You wont find me on your favorite blogs,
But your girl bump me during her daily jogs,
A past full of battles, a future full of gold, you aint touch me yet,
Peep all a them bullet holes.
Fighters fingers squished my ribs,
Squeezed the guts out and let it rip,
My barrels emptiness, is from their crushing limbs.
Shoot all you want, but I shoot back,
Send one my way and I'll shoot two back,
Soon as it hits you can hear bones crack,
From their crushing limbs, fire at will, shoot the haters,
Fire at will shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot the haters.
Shoot to kill, now who's your favorite?
Not a violent guy, just got a violent history (gun cocking).
Do you like my style of pistoling, don't be fooled by the wardrobe,
I grew up playing in warzones, I don't care about critics or bad reviews.
Get it, I just aint feelin your attitude.
I didn't make up the rules but I like to break'em,
Cookin' in the lab without an apron, all these haters of music makers,
Are making my trigger finger itchy,
It's the swim team mothafuckas',
and I live by the code of the blowed, not Davinci's.
It's hunting season, I'ma hunt you down,
I wanna see you run like you run your mouth.
An AK47 with a hundred rounds,
shoot all of the haters lets gun'em down.

My barrels emptiness is from their crushing limbs,
My barrels emptiness Is from their crushing limbs.

Shoot all you want, but I shoot back,
Send one my way and I'll shoot two back,
Soon as it hits you can hear bones crack,
From there crushing limbs, fire at will, shoot the haters,
Fire at will shoot the haters, fire at will, shoot the haters.
Shoot to kill, now who's your favorite?
My barrels emptiness, is from there crushing limbs.