Weapon Of Choice Lyrics

Saturday night, time to drink time to fight
Time to f*ck shit up
Just waiting for the time to be right
I'm walking down the streets
Scoping out my enemies
I know these streets, home to me
You can not hide, you can not flee
Come on and bring your boys
You're all just f*cking toys
I don't think that you feel me
The beast has been unleashed
Come on now whatchu gunna do?
You can't mess with the GB Crew

Brick to your face
You're a f*cking disgrace
Stand there with your boys But I got my weapon of choice

Sunday morning comes along
Passed out on the lawn
With a broken jaw
Empty Alcohol
Bottle laying next to me
I got no memory
When the booze it's my veins it's time to attack
And I know that my crew always has my back
I've got my baseball bat
My brain is f*cking snapped
I don't think that you feel me
The beast has been unleashed
Come on now whatchu gunna do?
You can't mess with the GB Crew

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