(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 you wish I was dead form the shit 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, spark dis Now let me kick the wicket that got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, up boy you don't know me I'll slit ya 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 Punks don't know my steelo man I up a kilo My undrstanded zero i'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, bitch A young nigga sittin on 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 Shoot you in yo for my mothafuckin respect Judgement day in my god damn 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 ever the microphone As i spit curse, I watch ya brain burst It worse Nigga what the fuck you For murder raps, ghost writers get caught understand the spell i cast to the mass I make a young blast if i give 'em the task I got master in ya area And in america, i'm the terror On devils