[Verse 1]
I'm a rockstar mixed with a talent of a rap star
Ain't no reason that I need to act hard
Pile up the bodies in my back yard, that's raw
k**in' everybody when I need to get money
And I gut a motherf**er when I need to get naughty
It might be a buddy, we study everything that we bloody
It's ugly when we dump the body in a puddle, it's muddy
And then move, on to the next
Blow like a C4 bomb in the flesh
Eight inch blade put all in your neck
Cause if I need little help then I call up a (infect)
And they'll be there in a minute to finish, diminishin'
A little man hit in the wig with a sickle and sickin 'em
In the middle of the adam, and slashin' em with a pa**ion of savage
And then baggin' em up
I'mma k** anybody that contest
Got a new outfit, baby all flesh
Use a f**in' shinbone for an arm rest
I'mma grind to the day I'm gonna calm rest
And they decease the beast for k**in' the weak
Release when I'm feelin' the beat, the feast to need
Then me be drillin' them deep, with heat to keep the cheese
With the villains in me and then march
[Hook x2]
They see me rollin' stolen
Whips and conversatin' with the dead
Lot's of liquor, bottles pop em, take em to the head
White T might need bleach to cover up the spots of red
They came up out your head, they came up out ya