[Hook 2x's: Cannons/TWC]
Can't relate so i'm strange and deranged
Working 9-5 for some change
So many nights I sit and plot a f**ing robbery
It's time to hit the lottery i'm sick of f**in poverty
[Verse 1: Cannons/TWC]
Better watch your back when you come to Chicago, squeezing them triggers and sending those hollows, fill you with lead and watch your body waddle, watching your blood spill and then your organs follow, ain't got the strap f** around and throw a bottle, and I got some hitters that'll even shoot a 5-0, sipping that lean with a bean with some hydro, twisted high and paranoid 'cuz i'm liable, I don't give a f** cannons staight homicidal, make you ancient history like the bible, and my raps are f**ing slick call it sly flow, smoke a zip for the f** of it so i'm high folk, and i'm out here k**ing sh** like a psycho
[Hook 2x's: Cannons/TWC]
[Verse 2: cricket]
Cacaphonous lyricism, treat you dicks like circumcision
Break you down like long division, couldn't fathom my flow with an algorithm, taking risks, doing hits, light the fuse and hit the switch, throwing bombs in to crowds of pigs like the anarchists in 86, masked up, blacked out, smashing out the windows of your j**elry store, ain't no telling what i'm about to do, make no mistake that I came for war, fight for myself I ain't no messiah, narcs on the stand singing like a choir, call me a loser but I keep it real
You just act the part but you're a f**ing liar
But that's how it goes in this f**ing life so I hate the world and im anti-social, mind has snapped and im goin postal, they wanna keep me hush but I keep it vocal, running the streets, snitches in sheets, fighting and f**ing, not loving police, watching the clock, loving the chase, stay sharp as a knife, so i'm dodging a case