(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 the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, men don't wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, straight up through the I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma dis Now let me kick the wicket that got me paid bitch six, the unholy, back up boy you don't know me I'll slit ya fuckin plus the murder i wrote will blast for me, wicket catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my name on the in grafitti I from the rich and I gives to the needy don't know my steelo 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 need to be wrapped in Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin 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 ever bless the microphone As i spit this curse, I watch ya burst It gets Nigga what the you thought For murder raps, writers never get caught Can't understand the spell i 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