You wanna be dead, Yeah you, you be dead? Now how you lie 'cause I'll you Yeah, kill 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 a clone Nigga be actin' silicone, it's on, still it's on
In my hour, I clock the glock Death is certain, is not I got 13 ways, less than 7 To my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave
One more is drug Another murdered, premeditated victim to what I stated You don't understand me I'm dyslexic My styles come as anorexic
I don't sing church songs but shotguns At ministers I can't trust none Break out the and bones comes the ill ass nigga with the 357 chrome
And it goes on in my maggot I remain insane to bring the with the migraine Niggaz with I'll snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest And stand like a 'cano possessed as I 'em silicone leaks, nigga
Nigga,
All I hear is your screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a beam Unload my magazine can't read me Red rums all I hear so you wanna me
I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz thorns And I yawns at your while your family mourns I'm not inclined to sympathize in my I'll be glad when you in a bag for bed time
You afford this, all aboard this Night train, come and ride the midnight maggot I need some therapy I my therapist He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a suicidalist
Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man I'm to put a slug in an arean And I'm down for whatever, whenever, Is whether forever or for never
So don't one mad motherfucker If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo
Nigga,
My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it I kick it But I'm with this, it's so ridiculous I believe 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 cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity, pop pop And it don't it never did The wicked shit'll die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
I'm suicide 24-7 And like I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin' I'm depressed, I'm panicked to never confess I'm the one that put slugs in my moma chest
murder's always on my fuckin' mind Body outlined chalk to walk the flat You wanna know what goes on in my brain It stop until the whole world feels my pain
Came in cold dependencies, tendencies Mental stress got me for eternal rest I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a I pop tittie niggaz silicone
Nigga, Nigga, nigga,