Call me a murderer
Motherf**ing k**a
High off that bong
k** Cali thrilla
Though you can't k** a g
Let alone see a g
k**n' motherf**ers in the first degree
Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine
Tryin' to make my bail
Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind
Fool it's that sh** that's on hit
Makin' s**as sick
Playa hatas wanna trip
Then I gotta get my Glock
Watch these s**as flocke
Watch these s**as flocke
Stay off my jock
If I catch a fool who's out to get me
Off with the head
Like a chicken with no wings
Cook his a** up
Feed him to my kid
Cause I'm sick
With the sh** I spit b**h man
I can't fade silly bustas I hate
Take him to my dungeon
Decide their fate
Wait 24, the next night I go
Back to the place
Where the lost souls rome
Get up real close
Look at our eyes
See fear of another
Waiting to die
I still don't give a f** about d**h
k**in' fools just for fun
Until I breathe my last breath
Darkness lurks through my mind
It's hard to find a light
I'm a k**a so I can't be kind
Frite night every night
For a s**a punk motherf**er
k** him slow
Like a rock to a clucker
Bustas recognize look me in the eye
And see d**h
Step into my game without a ref
I bless you with the dose to your tongue
Make you see visions of d**h
People hung
I come from the dungeons of doja
Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth
And explode ya
I should be dead
Talkin' is crazy
But there hasn't been a s**a yet to fade me
Maybe I'll return
Resurrect myself
Come back and take away his health and his wealth
Causes found they drama
Give his a** trama
Let them playa hatas know that I'm a
Crazy lunatic that's back from the grave
Take him to my dungeons
Make em all my slaves
I don't have no love
My mind is full of hate
When I know I'm goin
Murder damn I can't wait
But I keep calm to do my job right
I know in my mind some s**ers die tonight
I might let me live
Let him live in fear
But I never let it go pa** the f**ing year
People come to me, ask me if I'm sick
Yes I'm crazier than (??)
Bustas don't you trip
Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up
If I catch you slippin' fools I'm choppin' your f**in' (??) up
Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that a**
Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed
Breakin' ain't thinkin' it hard test
And if you get away, that doesn't mean sh**
Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your (?)
And laugh at cha
(??) with the sh** man
I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic
Rippin' up bodies (yeah)
k** them like molly
Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a (?)
It's gonna be a murder at midnight
Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right
Motherf**er....gone
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