When you see my smilin', I'm really You think you're really I'm killa clownin' Meaning I don't give a about nothing you say that you do Because stupid is how everybody Nigga you you know me, but only if you knew me Homie, you would leave me by my I'm death and destruction Images of and pus and I ain't looking for nothing but trouble Thinking of murdering you when I'm just (That's the devil, just the devil) Block it out and it moving I'm evil and pussy that I'm pursuing Gimme the Bible, yes I need it 'cause Tecca Nina's in Mentally I'm fuckin' up when really I don't what I'm doin' My for physical pain has gained rapidly I'm gobbling more then thangs but it came back at me The holy father must have flipped and mad at me Because I'm pondering a insane strategy How to end it all (Yeah), many men will (Yeah) Any sin I saw (Yeah), been involved (Yeah) You really want it with me punk you don't have the gall The taste of blood on my tongue makin' me want to No sentimental shit, is the penalty For any bitch you try to re-kindle It'll get your hit 'Bout to bubble, to pop just like a pimple get it something so insane I'm so not for simple shit So teeter mothafucka if you want it But just keep it to the left of me, 'til the death of me Pussy money more blood and guts is the recipe and hell of drama for Nina is a necessity Good and bad is within me and I'm the referee Shit is looking like it is evil getting the of me Bitches think I'm pleasant and wantin' the sex with me I'm promisin' you I'm losing it, you don't really want to mess me
You don't see me run up with the thang (Cock back) Make it chicka bang bang (You don't it with me) If you don't really it nigga (Fall back) 'Cause to killas it ain't never been a (You don't want it with me) And I can get in to ya if you feel you want it One of us ain't make it out You don't it with me I'm kinda and psycho grab ya feelin' like a Michael it you'll see what I'm talking 'bout You don't it with me
Betta up your drums Load up guns Everybody better get to You want it with me I'm a lyrical cynical rippin' ya Damage anybody when I see they really want it me Techa-ninna told me get money And been dumby Shit on a nigga when he comin' with me Follow the follow your feet the weed keys G's And a quarter pound of with a machete Mister Reese known for getting it You niggas be And you do your albums be floppin' When ever I it Man better yet ever I drop it Your gone cop it She even you nigga go cop it You don't it with me I'll fuck your life up a disease I'm your dreams With a fully auto choppa them yadadamean Ya ain't shit but a dream So just remember when your breathin' you don't want it me
You don't wanna see me run up the thang (Cock back) Make it chicka bang bang (You don't it with me) If you don't really want it (Fall back) 'Cause to killas it ain't never been a thang (You don't it with me) And I can get in to ya if you feel you really it One of us gonna make it out You don't it with me I'm kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin' like a Push it you'll see what I'm 'bout You don't want it me
And you don't it from me See I'm believing that people are really and demons of human beings I'm havin' feelings of wanting to be the of you bleeding your family to be grieving now your soul is leaving Entered in my the raw holy words and religious battles Keep 'em mutilated like cannibal serpent rattles I'm seeing shadows and bodies from gallows As I'm in a circle surrounded by seven candles My eyes back, I speak in tongues, I bleed from gums It's to hit the streets with guns I'm seventy shots laughin' as the people run I plead to be free from these evil deeds I've Until the coincides with my violence and agony Oh the humanity, why does he stabbing me But me that I'm stabbing, it's self-inflicted wounds The of hip-hop, the end is comin' soon
You wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back) Make it bang bang (You don't want it with me) If you don't really want it (Fall back) 'Cause to killas it ain't never been a thang (You want it with me) And I can get in to ya if you feel you really it One of us ain't gonna it out You want it with me I'm kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin' a Michael Push it you'll see I'm talking 'bout You want it with me