| You wanna be dead nigga?
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| Yeah you, you wanna be dead?
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| Now how you lie, cause I’ll kill you
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| Yeah I’ll kill ya
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| Lord forbid, I do a bid
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| I never bid on a sucka’s life
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| And if I did, it’d be a jackknife
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| I’m out to kill a clone
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| Niggas be actin' silicone, for tha real it’s on, still it’s on
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| In my darkest hour, I clock the Glock
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| Death is certain, life is not
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| I got 13 ways, less than 7 days
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| To change my wicked ways before I’m off to an early grave
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| One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated
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| Fallen victim to what I stated
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| You don’t understand me cause I’m dyslexic
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| My styles come sick as anorexic
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| I don’t sing church songs but bust shot guns
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| At ministers cause I can’t trust none
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| Break out the skull and bones
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| Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome
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| And it goes on in my maggot brain
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| I remain insane to bring the pain with the migraine
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| Niggas with breasts I’ll snatch yo' heart out yo chest
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| And stand like Kano possessed as I finish him
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| Your silicone leaks, nigga
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| Nigga, nigga, silicone, nigga
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| All I hear is your screams
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| Somebody’s screamin' out my name
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| I weigh my uzi on a triple beam
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| Unload my magazine niggas can’t read me
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| Redrum’s all I hear so you wanna bleed me
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| I pop niggas like corns, stickin' niggas like thorns
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| And I yawns at your funeral while your family mourns
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| I’m not inclined to sympathize in my mind
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| I’ll be glad when you in a body bag for bed time
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| You can’t afford this, all aboard this night train
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| Come and ride the midnight maggot brain
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| I need some therapy I shot my therapist
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| See, I be pissed, cause I’m nothin' but a straight suicidalist
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| Idiotic, my voodoo’s symbotic to a mad man
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| I’m down to put a slug in an Aryan
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| And I’m down for whatever, whenever, however
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| Is clever whether forever or for never
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| So don’t test one mad motherfucker
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| If you do, dick sucker, I’mma pop yo silicone
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| Nigga, silicone
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| Nigga
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| My wicked shit is wicked, niggas bite it when I kick it
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| But I’m sick with this, it’s so ridiculous
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| I don’t believe in God, so it’s odd
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| 'Cause every time I bust ill shit, niggas screamin' «oh my God!»
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| I got the G-Lo, I got the G-Lo
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| And it’s cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop
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| And it don’t stop it never did
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| The wicked shit’ll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
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| I’m contemplatin' suicide 24−7
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| And like I told your ass before it ain’t no fuckin' heaven
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| I’m manic depressed, I’m panicked to never confess
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| I’m the one that put them slugs in my momma chest
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| Premeditated, murder’s always on my fuckin' mind
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| Body outlined chalk to walk the flatlines
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| You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain
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| It won’t stop until the whole world feels my pain
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| Chemical dependencies, suicidal tendency
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| Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal rest
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| I must confess to the real, I’m out to kill a clone
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| I pop titty niggas that’s silicone
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| Nigga, silicone
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| Nigga, nigga, silicone |