(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, straight up the darkness I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, spark dis Now let me kick the wicket shit got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't me I'll slit ya fuckin plus the murder i wrote Daddy blast for me, wicket catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my name on the wall in I takes from the rich and I to the needy Punks don't know my man I rock up a kilo 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 angel strangled sev-er-al got federal Fuck the radio and broadcast it Timothy need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo for my mothafuckin respect day in my god damn 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 this curse, I watch ya brain burst It worse what the fuck you thought For raps, ghost writers never get caught Can't understand the spell i to the mass I a young nigga blast if i give 'em the task I got master in ya area And in america, i'm the terror On night