.38 Special from 038 by SPEC

Take one step out and that shit is on sight
Won't protect your face, that shit out of spite
Closed casket funeral no wreath on the top
.38 special but I ain't no cop
038 SPEC smackin' shit out of fools
Body built by rage, these hands are my tools
If you walkin' round do that shit with a group
Pasisin' out lead like it's free bowls of soup

Heard you talkin' shit, you get what's comin'
Load up six shells and I hit the ground runnin'
Cruisin' down the street with the heat on my side
Runnin' from the SPEC, theres no place you can hide
.38 Special, a mark on your head
Try spittin' lies when you're choking on lead motherfucker

• Death Metal
• Metal
• hardcore
• Fargo