(1st Verse)
I'll put a tag on a toe for a bag of do I'm
a psycho silly mother f**er that wants
to put you in a coma you better be a
k**er man you're about to be a goner
b**h I'm really dangerous I just bust
loads you must lick chodes but what
if I pick the glock up I'll shoot your
whole damn block up put up your guard
& I'll shoot up the fence I will destroy
your self confidence an if a b**h's got
a problem I'm probably going to shoot
them in the face & erase you there's
not a God damn thing you could say
or do so just siphon out my goo when
triggers are flickering it'll be something
to see b**hes are sickening trying to f**
with me so quickly it'll be over so wickedly
that there will be no forgiven thee honestly
man I ran a funeral service murdering many
men that are worthless an I feel like I found
my purpose I'm going harder than a fat
b**h on a treadmill I shoot to k** an I
will cause I'm ill I'm a really big deal with
an ego ideal so f** how ya feel I'm
gripping the steel b**h I got that
full magazine for real
(Chorus)
Full Magazine
All I've seen is blood shed 9 to the
head 9 more dead man I'm really wasted
an I got away so clean cause I hit a
mother f**er with a Full Magazine
All I've seen is blood shed 9 to the
head 9 more dead man I'm really wasted
an I got away so clean cause I hit a
mother f**er with a Full Magazine
an now the cops are on the scene
(2nd Verse)
Waving an automatic smoking a ton
of chronic running past you like my
name was Sonic I'll be the best that
ever did it hit it & quit it I'm really
feeling good like a villain should
hood goes crazy when I pa** hoes
saying there goes that white masked
man driving that white minivan without
windows bumping Tecca Nina up in the
arena I be geeked up off of that Tina
snorting that Christina drinking a margarita
showing off my Peter people always
treating me like I came in last place
like I'm a basket case from outer space
with a disfigured face boy you want to
battle then ya better get ready to wrestle
everybody's got problems & you're
nothing special really fat b**h cops think
I'm truly nuts when they're the ones that
I see deep throating donuts everybody
acts like an H.O.E. f** the gloves &
the mask tell 'em it was me b**hes
be asking me why do you got a full
magazine b**hes are first to die when
I get upon the scene these b**hes
be sayin' he's sick in the brain had a
lot of c**aine an none of his bullets
remain that f**in' guy's insane
(Chorus)
(3rd Verse)
You don't want to look into the mind
of a psycho full of ammo & an M.O.
you're a dumb dyke hoe & I will chop
ya from out of the window I'll drop ya
so f** a copper b**h I will pop ya
better believe that my full magazine
will stop ya I'll never be caught in the
act I murder everybody that is a fact I'm
full packed fully stacked an I'm ready
the hate is getting pretty heavy open
your mind cause I'm deadly like that
could've been fireworks could've been
a gat I'm a really cold cat I be running
like I'm on that skat an I will lay you out
flat with a knife or a gun or a bat I know
where you're at an you're history you're a
b**h to me ya better prepare for permanent
injury special delivery from my artillery
acting so wickedly getting the job done
viciously with a handgun everybody
else is on one bullsh** I take none I got
a full magazine so you better run so
your machete you're dead to me already
I'm d**hly like Jason & Freddy ya
better bring the cavalry because a
lot of serial k**ers I envy
(Chorus)