(Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs evil, which is which you decide. Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end. And that special magical little item, is that of which we call the hollow bullet) Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a Dark carnival, wig splitta (anybody!) Mood changes, time to So love a that you can't tame I bring pain, what you think I'm a game Detroit is my home, what I claim a balla, I represent the 313 With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a This how it is and I ain't changing for Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you be Thugs to quit, that's why I it underground And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real Keep away from juggahos till I up my glock Cause in Detroit we got problems And all the gunplay you hear is my homies trying to solve them (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow control the game I can you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same You tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same I brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use Play games with this killa and destined to lose Mental stress, me alive Sniffing lines of gunpowder to off the night Curbside gangbanging with some ass bitches Gunsmoke bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an individual, street slanging convict Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game ain't Labeled as a killa, busting all the same As any mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude through the streets, acting rude So if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!) Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who Let hollow points change ya mind! (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same I feel the urge to murder, theres no to cure me lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury Is it true the people who you hang with, rub off? Is that why me and Violent J love bitches heads off? everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up And had to grab a and slit a throat up The of shit most people call unreal But its the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a With the fucking wallet so there's so much to gain If I appeal to you, do you I keep it real with you? Turn my back and let my hollow points drill you What type of do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook (How ya doing? What's up?) Don't get it in head that I would never hurt you Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that to (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same You tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, the trigger, things will never be the same