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 sucka's And if I did, be a jacknife I'm out to a clone be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on
In my hour, I clock the glock Death is certain, is not I got 13 ways, less 7 days To my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave
One more is related body murdered, premeditated Fallen victim to what I You understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic My styles come as anorexic
I don't sing songs but bust shotguns At ministers 'cause I trust none Break out the skull and comes the ill ass nigga with the 357 chrome
And it goes on in my maggot I remain insane to bring the pain with the Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out chest And stand like a 'cano possessed as I 'em silicone leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I hear is your Somebody's out my name I weigh my uzi on a beam Unload my magazine niggaz read me Red all I hear so you wanna bleed me
I pop niggaz like corns, niggaz like thorns And I yawns at funeral while your family mourns I'm not inclined to in my mind be glad when you in a body bag for bed time
You can't this, all aboard this train, come and ride the midnight maggot brain I need some I shot my therapist He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight
Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man I'm to put a slug in an arean And I'm down for whatever, whenever, Is clever forever or for never
So test one mad motherfucker If you do, sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone
Nigga,
My shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it But I'm sick with this, it's so I don't in God, so it's odd Every I bust 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 stop it never did The wicked shit'll never die, I no alibi for murder, shit
I'm contemplatin' suicide 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 slugs in my chest
murder's always on my fuckin' mind Body outlined chalk to walk the flat You wanna know what goes on in my maggot It won't stop until the whole feels my pain
Came in cold dependencies, suicidal Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal I must to the real, I'm out to kill a clone I pop tittie that's silicone
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,