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