You be dead, nigga? Yeah you, you be dead? Now how you lie 'cause I'll you Yeah, kill ya
forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on a sucka's life And if I did, be a jacknife 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, than 7 days To change my ways before I'm off to an early grave
One more is 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 but bust shotguns At 'cause I can't trust none Break out the and bones Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 357
And it goes on in my maggot I insane to bring the pain with the migraine Niggaz with breasts snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest And stand like a possessed as I finish 'em silicone leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I hear is screams Somebody's out my name I my uzi on a triple beam Unload my magazine niggaz read me Red rums all I hear so you bleed me
I pop like corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns 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 can't afford this, all aboard Night train, come and ride the midnight brain I need some 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 down to put a in an arean And I'm for whatever, whenever, however Is clever whether or for never
So don't test one mad 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 with this, it's so ridiculous I don't believe in God, so odd Every time I 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 don't stop it did The wicked never die, I have 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 never I'm the one that put them in my moma chest
Premeditated murder's always on my fuckin' Body outlined chalk to walk the flat You wanna know what on in my maggot brain It won't stop until the world feels my pain
in cold dependencies, suicidal tendencies Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a I pop tittie niggaz that's
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,