Lyrics
Man, this is it
This is what they’ve been waiting for baby
This is what they’ve been waiting for
They’ve been waiting for the dog to scratch
They’ve been waiting for the dog to scratch
Already got Grand Champ status
Tell me how they feel about this?
All I see red, blood red
Fuck that nigga said? One dead
Gun to the head, didn’t run
But instead, wash my hands and face
His blood, it shed
Never had it all, I was born demented
Fuck apologizing, if I said it, I meant it
If I don’t like you, fuck you
Never pretendin'
Crash blew up and burned — that’s how it ended
Urban legend, I heard it mentioned
Dog is right at home in the dirty trenches
My birth’s intentions was the first to sentence
What’s life without parole for the worse offenses
Senseless slaughters, kicked open the door
Why everybody gotta die?
Why our sons and daughters?
With orders, we are clear from the start
First, turn off the lights
And then murder whatever moves in the dark, nigga
Blood red!
Blood red!
If they don’t know by now, they about to find out
Blood red!
Blood red!
How the dog get down, and what the dog is about
Even though I know it is the truth, you don’t mean it
You haven’t earned it, you haven’t seen it
Nightmares, all you can do is dream it
You run from it, and I end up in between it
What was the first curse, turned into a blessing
With burners that shit was burned, turned into a weapon
Built for war, bitch ass nigga
That shit I’m gonna spit will get you killed through the door
Found ‘em on the floor — the fetal position
There is no 'or,' came here with leave ‘em intentions
Thought shit was funny, like shit you was saying was ill
Until you made that left turn, and shit got real
When it come to rap, you cats got it all wrong
Got bars for days, but can’t make a song
If you did half of what you said when you was flapping your jaw
Push dem bricks, the fuck yous rapping for? Nigga!
Blood red!
Blood red!
Man, if they don’t know by now, they about to find out
Blood red!
Blood red!
How the dog get down, and what the dog is about mothafucka!
Blood red!
Blood red!
If they don’t know by now, they about to find out
Blood red!
Blood red!
How the dog get down, and what dog is about
They wasn’t, they not ready!
They not ready!
C’mon man
My plan
It is not a fucking game
