Stray Bullets Songtext
von Organized Konfusion

Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which give the response for the automatic
Click to release projectiles in single
File causing me to ignite then travel
Through the barrel headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O water
Visualize the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result′s a stray bullet
Niggas who knew hit the ground runnin' and stayed down
Except for the kids who played on the playground
′Cause for some little girl, she'll never see
More than six years of life, trife
Full, lean when she fell from the seesaw
But um, wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head to toward the red
Range Rover then I ricochet
Fast past a brother′s ass, oh damn, what that nigga say? Ah, fuck it, next target′s Margaret's face
And I struck it
Now it′s a flood of blood as it comforts to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet
Dashin', buckin′, greet my fuckin' family
They follow behind me in an orderly fashion
Bashin′ through flesh, I'm wild
Crashin' through the doors, I project
Always to deflect off of the tiles
I′m coming for you, little girl
Once inside, I shatter your world, swirl
No more dreams, no hopes when I spray
You better pray to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go rat-tat-tat again, I′m mad again
Brother, somebody's mother will be sad again
But whose blue skies will turn gray
From the attack of the MAC-11, I′m a stray bullet


Nobody sees shit, nobody heard it
Nobody sees shit, nobody heard it
Nobody sees shit, nobody heard it
Nobody sees shit, nobody heard it

Great balls of fire, I'm traveling at higher speeds
To proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the spleen
After splitting the chest of a Queens fiend
Aged your page, you′re shredded to pieces
From the Glock nine and its hollow tips
It releases, the police is in back of the ambulance
Blood loss, I shift across your chest
I rest, rupture, I'm the slupture slasher
I bust your liver faster, blood pours
Now it′s up to the master, boom
As they crash open the doors
Fate meets my prey in the operating room
The body still consumes me
Doc had to remove me
Mmm, Lord, why do they use me?
I'm taking individual for keep, Hobbes
And peep the cop in the ghetto bustin' shots for props
And when I hit, shit
Soon, you forgets me nots
Cops tried to explain to his pops what I′ve done
I flip of the hollow tipper and I′m not the one
And as a human, I'm the surprising one
Principal, I flow the ripper
Either way, you never, ever know how I′m comin'
Metamorphosizing, rising in turbulence
Condensed into a bullet pullin′
Now I'm makin′ moves with no sympathizing
Uh, so take a hint, nigga, sprint
Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with, oh
A lot of honeys, parlayin', the DJ′s playin′ the Fudge Pudge Flow
Five niggas come up in the club for a rub
Yo, old people
Oh shit, old duck
Another hit, another struck
Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Vile to the tip, getting my jollies from the screams and the riff
In your chest, then I flip
Nip your liver, blood flowin' like a river, money starts to shiver
Then I give a delivery of burns
Bruises, fake shoes is your renaissance
No response, your moms is out cold
Figure I′m bigger, takin' your heart, nigga, at twenty years old
Stray bullet