(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 1) I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be up nightmare, dead men don't wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, up through the darkness I'm and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis Now let me kick the wicket shit got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you know me slit ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote Daddy blast for me, wicket catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my on the wall in grafitti I takes from the and I gives to the needy Punks don't know my man I rock up a kilo My undrstanded zero plus i'm no super You say you want a revolution, bitch A nigga sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The fallen angel sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the radio and broadcast it Timothy Mcbay to be wrapped in plastic you in yo face for my mothafuckin respect Judgement day in my god tape deck
(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 2) I'm the demon ever bless the microphone As i spit this curse, I ya brain burst It gets Nigga what the fuck you For murder raps, ghost writers get caught Can't understand the spell i to the mass I a young nigga blast if i give 'em the task I got master in ya area And in america, i'm the terror On night