Punching bags

[Person one]Go get the money Tommy!

[Tommy] Sammy, Ain’t you the backs breaker?

[person one] yup, i sure is! But dis twisted ankle won’t ‘elp!

[Tommy] Well, make sure da coppers don’t get you next time. See ya!

[Person one] I’ll make sure! He he he

[Verse] cresendo

Punching bags punching bags

Punching bags punching bags

Punching bags punching bags

I’m out to get the ones who need to pay

Mercy is all they wanna say

Guns out bullets blazing

Gotta make sure no one’s gazing

Footsteps coming

You try hiding

Boo

Give me your money no rush

But take too long you’ll be turned to mush

[Person one] I’m Sammy Bax out to attack

You could call me a maniac

But I own these streets and you too

We’re not playing, give the money fool

[Tommy] come on hand over the inventors

Those Benjamin Franklins, we’re the offenders

Ok now, cower in fear in the corner

I’m not gonna be a mourner

All to do is make some greens

Some moolah, dough, the beans

I need it give it, we’re a corporation

[person 1] do you need an illustration? Or are you in resignation? No hesitation, dumb new generation fucking fabrication and immigration lack of education no dedication or coordination and appreciation. We’re the operation did you read the terms and serves violation? You won’t get any justification, our termination of you as an abomination, you’re a terrible creation with its expiration due here now in this situation with association with a classification collaboration shouldn’t have gave us your location, here’s the coup de grâce execution

Give me your money no rush

But take too long you’ll be turned to mush

[Person one] I’m Sammy Bax out to attack

You could call me a maniac

But I own these streets and you too

We’re not playing, give the money fool

[Tommy] come on hand over the inventors

Those Benjamin Franklins, we’re the offenders

Ok now, cower in fear in the corner

I’m not gonna be a mourner

Time to get serious

Im not delirious

Im just, mysterious

I am your superior

Indoors, and exterior

Haven’t you, seen a mirror

A deal was made so deal be closed

But you’re poor I suppose

I cant wait to watch your body decompose

I don’t wanna hear another word

I don’t want you to be heard

Say hi to hitler and dahmer in the underworld

Give me your money no rush

But take too long you’ll be turned to mush

[Person one] I’m Sammy Bax out to attack

You could call me a maniac

But I own these streets and you too

We’re not playing, give the money fool

[Tommy] come on hand over the inventors

Those Benjamin Franklins, we’re the offenders

Ok now, cower in fear in the corner

I’m not gonna be a mourner

Money is all we want nothin more

Friends are only here for the more money pour

Bitch gonna die and it’s his fault

And now he’s gonna get a curb stomp on the asphalt

[Tommy] got five hundo from his back pocket

[person 1] more than enough, does he deserve a letter?

[Tommy] Nope