featuring X-Raided



You better pray

When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho

Cock it back slow

Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go

BOOM!

Pussy-guts all over the room

If you ain't seen it,

Then you're fiendin'

For the meanin'

Of that nina of doom

2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out

You back that nigga that pack that gat

And hit that indo-sack

It's like that

Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool

All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt

Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep

And block creep

And witness murder, baby, kill a seed

Once it'll make you vomit

Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common

Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'

With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season

Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit

And watch them baby's brains

Drip out that fetus

Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em

I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason

Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason



Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

Now eat!



As I creep, picture every human that I seek

Slabs of human meat

Cause my kids gotta eat

I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut

Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut

Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime

Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines

I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck

I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes

Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind

A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time

So catch me now before I do my next crime

My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga



Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

Now eat!



Get ready for the nigga shit

That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut

Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs

And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!

Slugs to the womb

Guts all over the room

That legion of doom

That S to the I-C-X

With a locc and a tech for the throat

and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc

One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses

Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter

Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin

Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!

So I pack me a nine-milla gat

And creep in the back of the 'Lac

With a sack of the indo



Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

Now eat!



That's right. Once upon a time

A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids

With a lie for the snitch

As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"

They're a baby ditch to the mastermind

Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!

Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind

Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it

To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket

Who could it be?

Or can he be

Locked up in the county

cause the bounty

finally found a nigga like me?

X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D

L-O-C

What's up, my nigga?

Pull this trigger

And take my muthafuckin' legacy

But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc

But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my

lunatic

Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)

Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)

Have you even loaded up your glock?

Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga

From that 24 God in Black

That's doin' time

For shootin' shadows up in the dark

And tryin' to bite before he bark

And when his heart stops

From the metal blue blocks up in the cut

They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts

And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?

That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga must be livin' up in

hell

And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc

Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit



Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

Now eat