I.M.P. - Public Execution lyrics

[Intro: Skit] (Count time! Everybody by your mother f**ing cells! West block, lockdown North block, lockdown Mainline, lockdown Cougnut! Whats up porky pig? Roll your mother f**ing sh** up it's your time) [Verse 1: Cougnut) It's my time Shipped from the mainline Time to go to the box with the gas flow Shackled in I'm being fronted by a camera crew HBO finally made pay-per-view Fought the case for a year to election Got f**ed with that rigged-a** jury selection And that wasn't cool, proposition 115 here's the evidence rule Now I'm labeled as a murdered DA jocking like f** to be the governor Not to mention it's political Situation critical, the jury didn't feel me though They said I murdered this lady Execution style, in front of a f**ing baby Wash me up for that hot one They new I didn't do it cause' ballistics checked the f**ing gun Then they framed me with that nonsense They knew goddamn well they weren't my mother f**ing finger prints They just want to label me Menace to society with psychopathic history So they framed me for a shooting The jury said guilty, public execution (Instead of twenty-five, I got public execution, public execution) (So Cougnut, can you explain to our audience how it was as a youngster growing up in and out of correctional facilities?) Dying in a hell hole I should have took the deal at first, life with no parole Instead of taking it to trial, I knew I was [?] when they pulled my god damn file Since a youngster, been a hanger Had to stay strapped for any hard head gang banger Plus I didn't play Fourteen and [?] for possession of that HK Got released when I was sixteen The game had changed I'm serving [?] of the dope fiends Got same game from my OG Doing life with no parole, f** a 62 to 3 Doing time since a minor Thought at twenty one I should retire but I grew higher Dug deeper in the system One hard head mother f**er, got to pay 'cause I wouldn't listen Facing this f** charge Rotting in a cell when I could have been living large Now I'm counted out, now that's one less dark n***a on the block to worry 'bout To avoid all confusion, order in the court, public execution (Instead of twenty-five, I got public execution, public execution) Situation ill Didn't take the deal so now I'm chewing on my last meal Gotta go you don't feel me though To make my last video, courtesy of d**h row Politicians is a trip, execute a n***a on TV just to catch a grip Goon squad got the menace co*ked Feds gotta gimick for that [?] trigger lock Head up high with an evil grin Seeing parts of the pen that I been but never will again Heart beating 'cause it's time Walking up to [?], I'm hearing 'dead man on the line' Getting ready for the flesh smell The smell of bodies cause I know I'm going straight to hell I'm on no one to regret it But this is what you get when you're too f**ing hard headed Being viewed by an audience Damn I wish I would of tried to hit that mother f**ing fence Instead of going through this bullsh** f** it, I'm here so Mr. Warden get it over with Some last words of advice, f** you politicians I'll see you in the next life