| Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me
|
| Blasphemy, I’m sacrilegious nigga, don’t you ever forget this
|
| When I hit the scene, I’m the number one murder suspect, suicide
|
| I’m yellin out die, die, die, die, you layin down while ya momma cry
|
| Did it ever occur to you, I sold my soul, I will never fold
|
| Niggas ain’t nuthin but a bunch of hoes, thinkin that don’t nobody know
|
| Hey nigga, I want you dead, bloody murder, never restin
|
| I know killas that’s adolescent, jet by murder to be desperate
|
| If you ain’t prepared to die nigga
|
| Don’t play the game of death, that I’m playin
|
| Cuz the niggas I know is prayin, wit AK in they hayin
|
| Say, I want that nigga dead, three times in the dark, while I’m rappin
|
| And before this song is over, watch my demons go cap 'em
|
| I want that nigga dead, there’s a price on ya head
|
| You say you want that nigga dead, because you hate his fuckin guts
|
| He always talkin that hole ass shit about you, thinkin you ain’t got no nuts
|
| Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you ain’t scared of his ass
|
| Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without your ski mask
|
| It went down, so fuck it fast, you drop the gun out ya hand
|
| You shot a man, he was screamin, he was bloody, so you ran
|
| So now you paranoid, so now you paranoid, so people you avoid
|
| Suicidal, smokin on them Dead Flowerz, destroy, nigga
|
| You better run for your life, that’s all you can do
|
| Cuz I know what they gon' say, when they catch up wit you, they’ll say |