Sacrifice - Gudda Gudda, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine

I have you sweatin' so hard you need 3 or 4 towels

After that all I need is 3 or 4 showers

Just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours

Then come to your hood to get 3 or 4 cowards

You think your Bison like you play for Howard

But you can duck like Howard, I make you fall like the towers

I cut your arm off and tell you to reach

Then I cut your tongue off and I tell you to speak (nigga)

My niggas in the circle in the middle of the bonfire

They quick to become arsonists to set you on fire

The flesh start to smell but who gives a fuck?

Heaven or hell, nigga you need to pick one

Prrattt stick um now you become a victim

Now, you become a victim

Yeah, you become a victim

I’m evil like 3 6's, nigga, minus the mafia

Ain’t no brakes on my shit nigga no stoppin uh

Young cannibal, cut ya like a cantalope

I mistreat bodies for breakfast, I eat bodies uh

You could smell fear in the distance spring

Karma, fearless

Come with us home, better witness them

Sa-cri-fice

(We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice (x2)

We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice (x2))

Its Weezy F. Crazy

You scary ass rappers on the beat I’m Wes Craven

But I’m eastside 'til I reside in the grave

And you come in my basement and see the bodies I’m savin'

Bloodbath flow yes it’s time for some bathin'

Shotty wit' the drum and I’ma play it like a cadence

Invasion, I cook ya like the Asians

Put bread on ya head like a raisin

You a danish, you need glazin'

Pardon me man, but I’m cravin'

I got you in the oven but I’m waitin'

I’m patient, for my patient

Yeah, There’s a meeting in my kitchen

Shhh, there’s rappers sleeping in my kitchen

Young money creatures

Kill your sweet ass then eat you muthafucka

We take your body for a mothafuckin' sacrifice

See you in hell bitch meet me in the afterlife

Minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand

Nigga, knife to ya head, you my sacrificial lamb

Nigga, I can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people

Paint the scene, I’ma leave a bunch of red people

Saddam, I bomb, I’m insane, Hussein

Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame

Blood on my glove, while im burying the witness

Cut your limbs off, I’m on my Jeffrey Dahmer sick shit

For real I’m ill, we marching like the military

Coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery

You niggas sweet, get ate like Ben N' Jerrys

You niggas very fairy

Tell frail better go and say your Hail Mary

Rocket launcher bitch, I’m a throw a Hail Mary

Young Gudda bitch