When you see my smilin', I'm really You think really wildin'? I'm killa clownin' Meaning I don't a fuck about nothing you say that you do Because is how everybody sounded Nigga you you know me, but only if you knew me Homie, you would leave me by my I'm thinking and destruction Images of blood and pus and I ain't for nothing but trouble of murdering you when I'm just lounging (That's just the devil, the devil) Block it out and it moving I'm and it's pussy that I'm pursuing Gimme the Bible, yes I need it 'cause Tecca in ruin Mentally I'm fuckin' up when really I know what I'm doin' My tolerance for physical has gained rapidly I'm gobbling more thizzles then thangs but it came at me The holy father must flipped and became mad at me Because I'm pondering a insane strategy How to end it all (Yeah), men will fall (Yeah) Any sin I saw (Yeah), Nina been (Yeah) You don't really want it with me punk you don't have the The taste of blood on my tongue me want to brawl No sentimental shit, is the penalty For any you try to re-kindle this get your temple hit 'Bout to bubble, about to pop like a pimple get Send it something so insane I'm so not for shit So teeter totter mothafucka if you it But just keep it to the left of me, crazy the death of me Pussy money money blood and guts is the recipe Half and hell of drama for is a necessity and bad is fightin' within me and I'm the referee Shit is like it is evil getting the best of me Bitches think I'm pleasant and wantin' the sex with me I'm promisin' you I'm it, you don't really want to mess with me
You don't see me run up with the thang (Cock back) Make it chicka bang bang (You want it with me) If you don't really want it (Fall back) to killas it ain't never been a thang (You don't want it with me) And I can get in to ya if you you really want it One of us ain't make it out You don't want it me I'm kinda sick and psycho ya feelin' like a Michael Push it see what I'm talking 'bout You don't it with me
Betta load up drums Load up guns Everybody get to runnin' 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 nigga get And never dumby Shit on a when he comin' funny with me the beat follow your feet Gimme the keys G's And a quarter pound of bullets with a Mister known for getting it poppin' You be droppin' And you do your albums be floppin' When I spit it Man better yet when I drop it Your wifies cop it She even you nigga go cop it You don't want it me I'll your life up like a disease I'm hauntin' dreams With a fully choppa them beams yadadamean Ya life shit but a dream So just remember when your you don't want it with 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 want it nigga (Fall back) 'Cause to killas it never been a thang (You don't want it with me) And I can get in to ya if you you really want it One of us gonna make it out You want 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 want it me
And you don't it from me See I'm believing that are really angels and demons of human beings I'm havin' feelings of wanting to be the of you bleeding Causin' your family to be grieving now your is leaving Entered in my mind the raw holy words and battles Keep 'em like cannibal over serpent rattles I'm seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from As I'm sitting in a circle surrounded by candles My eyes rolls back, I in tongues, I bleed from gums It's time to hit the streets guns I'm bustin' seventy laughin' as the people run I plead to be free from these evil deeds I've Until the pain coincides with my violence and Oh the humanity, why does he keep me But it's me that I'm stabbing, it's wounds The of hip-hop, the end is comin' soon
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 really want it nigga (Fall back) to killas it ain't never been a thang (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 gonna it out You don't it with me I'm kinda sick and psycho ya feelin' like a Michael Push it see what I'm talking 'bout You don't want it me