You be dead, nigga? Yeah you, you be dead? Now how you lie I'll kill you Yeah, I'll 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 a clone Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, it's on
In my hour, I clock the glock is certain, life is not I got 13 ways, less than 7 To change my ways before I'm off to an early grave
One is drug related Another body murdered, Fallen victim to I stated You don't understand me I'm dyslexic My styles come sick as
I don't sing church songs but bust At 'cause I can't trust none out the skull and bones Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 357
And it goes on in my brain I remain to bring the pain with the migraine Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out chest And like a 'cano possessed as I finish 'em Your leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I hear is your Somebody's out my name I my uzi on a triple beam Unload my magazine can't read me Red rums all I so you wanna bleed me
I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz 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, and ride the midnight maggot brain I need some therapy I shot my He got me pissed, 'cause I'm but a straight suicidalist
Idiotic, my voodoo's to a mad man I'm to put a slug in an arean And I'm for whatever, whenever, however 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 it when I kick it But I'm with this, it's so ridiculous I don't believe in God, so odd Every I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' "Oh my God"
I got the G-Lo, I got the And it's to pop, pop, pop piggity, pop pop And it stop it never did The shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
I'm suicide 24-7 And like I your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to confess I'm the one that put them in my moma chest
Premeditated murder's always on my fuckin' Body outlined chalk to the flat line You wanna know goes on in my maggot brain It won't stop until the world feels my pain
Came in cold dependencies, suicidal Mental stress got me for eternal rest I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a I pop tittie niggaz that's
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,