(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 the darkness I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma dis Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't me I'll slit ya fuckin thoat plus the i wrote will blast for me, wicket catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my name on the in grafitti I takes from the and I gives to the needy Punks don't know my steelo man I rock up a My zero plus i'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, bitch A young nigga sittin on ammo i'm rich The fallen strangled sev-er-al got federal Fuck the and public broadcast it Mcbay need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin Judgement day in my god damn tape
(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 spit this curse, I watch ya brain It gets Nigga what the you thought For murder raps, ghost writers get caught Can't understand the spell i cast to the I make a young nigga blast if i give 'em the I got sterea in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On devils