(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 we call the hollow tipped bullet) Sit back and let me take you the mind of a killa Dark carnival, wig splitta (anybody!) changes, time to rearrange So a dinosaur that you can't tame I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a Detroit is my home, what I claim Fuck a balla, I the 313 Tek 9's and green 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 for you wanna be Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it non-stop Keep away from till I load up my glock Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to them (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things never be the same You can't me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will be the same I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm to use Play games this killa and your destined to lose stress, keeping me alive Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the Curbside with some mark ass bitches Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the I'm just an average individual, slanging convict Pocket full of bullets, ready to use up quick You ask my name (ABK!), you the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa, caps all the same As any mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude through the streets, acting rude So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my And continue with the that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!) Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who Let these hollow points ya mind! (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, points control the game I can tell you, the trigger, things will never be the same You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the I feel the urge to murder, theres no to cure me Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with Is it that the people who you hang with, rub off? 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 and slit a throat up The types of shit most 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 empty fucking 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 points drill into you What of person do you think that I am? Because we had a and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?) Don't get it in your head that I would never you Cause the ones that getting are the ones that deserve to (Chorus) You can't tell me anything, hollow points the game I can you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the I can tell you, watch the trigger, will never be the same