You be dead, nigga? Yeah you, you be dead? Now how you lie 'cause I'll you Yeah, kill ya
Lord forbid, I do a bid, I bid on a sucka's life And if I did, be a jacknife I'm out to a clone Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, still on
In my hour, I clock the glock is certain, life is not I got 13 ways, less than 7 To change my wicked ways I'm off to an early grave
One more is related body murdered, premeditated Fallen to what I stated You don't me 'cause I'm dyslexic My styles come sick as
I don't church songs but bust shotguns At 'cause I can't trust none out the skull and bones Here comes the ill ass nigga the 357 chrome
And it goes on in my brain I remain insane to bring the pain with the Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out chest And stand like a 'cano possessed as I 'em silicone leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I hear is your screamin' out my name I my uzi on a triple beam Unload my magazine can't read me Red rums all I so you wanna bleed me
I pop niggaz corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns And I at your funeral while your family mourns I'm not inclined to sympathize in my I'll be glad you in a body bag for bed time
You can't this, all aboard this train, come and ride the midnight maggot brain I need some I shot my therapist He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a suicidalist
Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man I'm down to put a in an arean And I'm for whatever, whenever, however Is clever forever or for never
So don't one mad motherfucker If you do, sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone
Nigga,
My wicked is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it But I'm sick this, it's so ridiculous I don't believe in God, so odd Every time I bust ill shit, niggaz "Oh my God"
I got the G-Lo, I got the And cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity, pop pop And it don't stop it did The wicked shit'll die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
I'm contemplatin' 24-7 And like I told ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to confess I'm the one that put slugs in my moma chest
Premeditated always on my fuckin' mind Body outlined chalk to walk the flat You wanna know goes on in my maggot brain It won't stop until the world feels my pain
in cold dependencies, suicidal tendencies Mental stress got me beggin' for rest I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a I pop niggaz that's silicone
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,