| Let it down good |
| Yeah I’ve seen enough |
| Knocking yo door off the hinge |
| With my knuck |
| Background lyrics |
| Proceed with caution |
| Do not cause a problem |
| No friend of me |
| So I kick around like I’m a centipede |
| It’s entropy |
| Ichi knock yo face off from the canopy |
| They beg and plead |
| Begging me will only bring the death I seek |
| The melody that you hear gon bring 'em near |
| The banshee shrieks |
| Double me up with the uzi and the pump |
| Yeah I never gave a fuck about a punk |
| Get slumped you a chump |
| Feel the bass up when it bump |
| When I’m deep in her cunt |
| Like a double doing stunts |
| Going triple when I feast |
| Right time, My time |
| It’s mine, You a mime |
| When you stepping on the ied get blown |
| High time, Fly time |
| They dying, They crying |
| All they wanna do is hide and flee |
| Unknown |
| Open up the pit |
| I see the fire and the grit |
| I need to pop another soul |
| To get me higher get my fix |
| I plead the fifth, foresee the witch |
| I see my spire in the mist |
| Decree by list, my hit won’t miss |
| Red is yo new rinse |
| Down with the weight of a 210 titan |
| Make em run the other way |
| Nobody gonna keep on fightin |
| I’ma run up to the gunna |
| In my gundam where ya hidin |
| Break a sucka mothafucka like Poseidon with the trident |
| Applying all the pressure |
| Director of the new echelon |
| Coming to yo sector |
| Look at my wrist, look at my ring |
| Gunshots pop when the angels sing |
| Tech nine, Red night |
| Red eye, Wed night |
| End night |
| They start bowing to me |
| End the bed light |
| Can I send thy kunai |
| Through the fuckin window |
| Ima make ya go sleep |
| Bankai |
| Put em up my guns and funds |
| Make em run yo lung |
| Cannot pay up the lease |
| You have been warned |
| Ima take out the swarm |
| Pull the rug out, The storm |
| Is beginning to form |
| And I’m ready for war |
| Headin straight to yo door |
| And I’m knocking that bitch to the floor |
| Cause I don’t give a fuck |