Coughing up the black tar
Poppin up The fuckin pillie cause I never gonna gonna get enough
I send a rocket in my liver gonna mess it up
Them empty bottles in my room, im gonna Guess that I
Go get some more I need to feel im in the space
All these preachy motherfuckers telling me to end this pace
Never listen to anything that anybody says
Im a stubborn motherfucker I been livin in a mess
Feel like a king when im walking in the alley on the junk
Im menace I could knife a sucker, body in a trunk
Im fuckin mad bad mad shawty in a body bag
Motherfucker shouldnt have been makin fool of redyzed
Im with the 666 slap ya face with my kicks
I embrace conflicts and the bass hard mix
No bitch you dont wanna see me when I get my fix
Im a cold blood killah when the m bomb kicks
You stupid ninny shut the fuck up for a second
I hit you with the bass up in yo face and with a Back hand
The flow is fuckin murder bitch an automatic weapon
Can never go to heaven bitch this Never gonna happen
Papapapapapapa
Got my fuckin choppah make it
Ratatatata
Papapapapapapa
Got my fuckin choppah make it
Ratatatata
Im like a rare polar bear
And you fuckers way too basic
Creepin in the snow
Bitch on the blow its so amazing
The blades in yo neck
Its a fact
Think all crazy
Think im made of rubber
Got my vision Turnin hazy
I chose a fate
Aint gonna break all the sickening
I chose a fate
Aint gonna break all the sickening
