its a must that i bust any strap you hand to me its inherited it runs in the

Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make it

Sound so sweet i peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound

Like a whore on the job with a mak in the back pak hittin em off.

(bitch betta have my money, bitch where my money?)

Sicmade till i die shit nobody saw so i was able to wipe the bllod off the hall

Way walls i aint got nothing to live for cant even trust a bitch might have to

Leave her alone i had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin with

Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone find a new home, one life is

Gone and im on one check the clock and if these walls could talk mothafuckas

Would be shot im bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like

Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by like to too

Short i keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna fuck with me cum

On the courts rippin out insides puttin stains on thangs thats when i ripin

Ride and i slipn slide throught the gardens with a bloody t-shirt it wont hurt

Look at it this way 6 ft deep in the dirt wont hurt flirtin with murda i leave

Em un heard of and im sick of your period pads drippin all over your hands

Getting in the back seat of the truck its your choice dead or alive smuthered

And fried the way you betta

Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime

Thro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggas

Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal always perinoid

Cause i be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder spray got you in glad

Bags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad i was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eating

Scabs graduated from nigga meat but i dont wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer hes a

Mothafuckn fag i got nigga nuts and guts in a bag draggin them to the pad.

(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x

(corpse came to dinner)repeat chorus 4 more x

Fuck under the influence im hella fucked up swervin down the freeway spillin my

Cup tryin to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he aint shit he bout

To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never know whatever though i

Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me dont you know i

Rip niggas up turn them to minced meat so if you got some since beat it like

Raw eggs i used to have hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it alone

Im on my own like a voodoo nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what would you do

Nigga i was too cool with a group of niggas and they tripped on me gave em a

Little nit of fame then they dipped on me but you know its all in the game tell

A crip hommie to hit em with a slug at they brain thats what you get from me

Crash dummie your careers defected and you aint sold a record last time i

Checked it you just keep knockn i fell disrespected now yo neck got

Disconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh i leave emm red and dont eat the

Head let the tek spi

T and chop niggas down to the ground like judge dred comeing through the door

Looking just like the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and

Let me fuck her like she should be fucked all in the butt with a 9 milli

Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin from the back dont

Know how to act black blankets full of macs i usem as nut sacs and full body

Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the slaughter house chockin and

Spittin chest open and bleedin and im fucking her from the back and i hope that

You see about it.

Chorus