(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 i be makin up nightmare, dead men don't wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, up through the darkness I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma dis Now let me kick the shit that got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, up boy you don't know me I'll ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote Daddy blast for me, wicket catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my name on the in grafitti I takes from the rich and I gives to the don't know my steelo man I rock up a kilo My undrstanded zero i'm no super hero You say you a revolution, well bitch A young nigga on ammo plus i'm rich The angel strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the radio and public it Timothy need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my 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 wicketest demon bless the microphone As i spit curse, I watch ya brain burst It gets what the fuck you thought For raps, ghost writers never get caught Can't the spell i cast to the mass I make a young nigga blast if i 'em the task I got master in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On night