You wanna be dead, you, you wanna be dead? Now how you lie 'cause kill you Yeah, kill ya
Lord forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on a sucka's And if I did, be a jacknife I'm out to kill a Nigga be actin' silicone, it's on, still it's on
In my darkest hour, I clock the is certain, life is not I got 13 ways, less than 7 To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an grave
One more is related body murdered, premeditated Fallen victim to what I You don't understand me 'cause I'm My styles come as anorexic
I sing church songs but bust shotguns At 'cause I can't trust none Break out the and bones Here comes the ill ass nigga the 357 chrome
And it on in my maggot brain I remain to bring the pain with the migraine Niggaz with breasts snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest And stand like a 'cano as I finish 'em Your leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I is your screams Somebody's screamin' out my I my uzi on a triple beam Unload my magazine niggaz read me Red rums all I hear so you bleed me
I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz like And I at your funeral while your family mourns I'm not inclined to in my mind I'll be glad when you in a body bag for bed
You afford this, all aboard this Night train, come and ride the maggot brain I need therapy I shot my therapist He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a suicidalist
Idiotic, my voodoo's to a mad man I'm to put a slug in an arean And I'm down for whatever, whenever, Is whether forever or for never
So test one mad motherfucker If you do, sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone
Nigga,
My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it I kick it But I'm sick with this, 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 stop it never did The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder,
I'm suicide 24-7 And like I told your ass before it ain't no heaven I'm mannick depressed, I'm to never confess I'm the one that put them slugs in my moma
Premeditated murder's on my fuckin' mind Body outlined chalk to walk the flat You wanna know what on in my maggot brain It won't stop the whole world feels my pain
in cold dependencies, suicidal tendencies Mental stress got me for eternal rest I confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone I pop tittie niggaz silicone
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,