(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, 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 tipped bullet) Sit back and let me take you the mind of a killa Dark carnival, psychopathic wig (anybody!) Mood changes, to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't I pain, what you think I'm playing a game Detroit is my home, Eastside's I claim Fuck a balla, I the 313 With Tek 9's and trees, it's a luxury This how it is and I ain't for shit Fuck the earth, mean mugging, for someone to trip I'm sick and of fucking waiting for you wanna be Thugs to quit, why I keep it underground And the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop Keep from juggahos till I load up my glock Cause in Detroit we got problems And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies to solve them (Chorus) You tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the You can't tell me anything, points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the I gotta brand new Tek, 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 gangbanging with some mark ass bitches Gunsmoke bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches I'm just an average individual, slanging convict Pocket full of bullets, ready to use up quick You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game changed Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the As any other with a piece, and a little bit of attitude Running through the streets, rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma my focus And continue with the magic I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!) Psychopathic, and I'm for life, and anyone who dissagree Let hollow points change ya mind! (Chorus) You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same You can't tell me anything, hollow control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, will never be the same I feel the to murder, theres no need to cure me lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury Is it true that the people who you hang with, rub Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches off? Imagine you woke up, you was getting choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a up The types of shit most people call But its the that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill Crazy, ballistic, cause my is a train With the empty fucking wallet so there's so to gain If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real you? Turn my back and let my points drill into you What type of do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? up?) Don't get it in your head that I would never you Cause the that getting shot are the ones that deserve to (Chorus) You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the