You wanna be dead, you, you wanna be dead? Now how you lie I'll kill you Yeah, kill ya
Lord forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on a life And if I did, it'd be a I'm out to a clone Nigga be 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 7 days To change my wicked before I'm off to an early grave
One more is drug body murdered, premeditated Fallen victim to what I You don't understand me I'm dyslexic My come sick as anorexic
I don't sing church songs but shotguns At ministers 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 brain I remain insane to bring the with the migraine Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out 'cho And stand like a possessed as I finish 'em Your leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I hear is your screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a triple Unload my magazine can't read me Red rums all I hear so you wanna me
I pop niggaz like corns, niggaz like thorns And I yawns at your funeral while your mourns I'm not inclined to in my mind I'll be glad when you in a body bag for bed
You can't afford this, all this Night train, come and ride the midnight brain I need some therapy I my therapist He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight
Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man I'm down to put a slug in an And I'm for whatever, whenever, however Is clever whether 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 this, it's so ridiculous I don't in God, so it's odd Every time I ill shit, niggaz screamin' "Oh my God"
I got the G-Lo, I got the And cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity, pop pop And it don't it never did The wicked shit'll never die, I have no 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 never I'm the one that put them in my moma chest
Premeditated murder's on my fuckin' mind Body outlined chalk to the flat line You wanna know what goes on in my brain It won't stop the whole world feels my pain
Came in dependencies, suicidal tendencies stress got me beggin' for eternal rest I confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone I pop niggaz that's silicone
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,