(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 form the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, dead men wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, straight up through the I'm and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid Triple six, the unholy, up boy you don't know me I'll slit ya fuckin thoat plus the i wrote Daddy will blast for me, wicket When I got spliff wrote my name on the in grafitti I takes from the rich and I gives to the Punks know my steelo man I rock up a kilo My undrstanded zero plus i'm no hero You say you want a revolution, well A young sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The angel strangled sev-er-al got federal Fuck the and public broadcast it Timothy Mcbay need to be in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin 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 this curse, I watch ya brain burst It gets Nigga the fuck you thought For murder raps, ghost writers never get Can't the spell i cast to the mass I make a nigga blast if i give 'em the task I got master sterea in ya And in america, i'm the terror On devils