(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, straight up through the I'm and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma 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 fuckin thoat plus the i wrote Daddy will blast for me, wicket When I got spliff my name on the wall in grafitti I takes from the rich and I to the needy Punks don't know my steelo man I rock up a My undrstanded zero plus i'm no super You say you a revolution, well bitch A young nigga sittin on ammo i'm rich The fallen strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the radio and broadcast it Timothy Mcbay need to be 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 bless the microphone As i spit curse, I watch ya brain burst It worse what the fuck you thought For murder raps, writers never get caught Can't understand the spell i cast to the I make a young nigga blast if i 'em the task I got sterea in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On devils