(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 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 carnival, psychopathic 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 trees, it's a luxury This how it is and I ain't changing for Fuck the earth, mean mugging, for someone to trip I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you be Thugs to quit, why I keep it underground And drop the shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop Keep away from juggahos I load up my glock Cause in Detroit we got problems And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to them (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, 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 be the same I brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use Play games with this killa and your destined to stress, keeping me alive Sniffing lines of to start off the night Curbside gangbanging with some ass bitches Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the I'm an average individual, street 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 all the same As any other with a piece, and a little bit of attitude Running the streets, acting rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my And continue with the magic that I practiced the Lotus (LOTUS!) Psychopathic, and I'm for life, and anyone who dissagree Let these points change ya mind! (Chorus) You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, will never be the same You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the I the urge to murder, theres no need to cure me Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled fury Is it that the people who you hang with, rub off? Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches off? Imagine everytime you up, you was getting choked up And had to grab a shank and a throat up The types of shit most people unreal But its the thing makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill Crazy, ballistic, cause my is a train the empty fucking wallet so there's so much to gain If I to you, do you think I keep it real with you? Turn my back and let my points drill into you What type of person do you that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? up?) Don't get it in your head I would never hurt you the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow control the game I can tell you, the trigger, things will never be the same You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things never be the same