[Intro]
It's goin' down
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check it out, though
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it when shit treacherous
Go into my mode and get sick with it like the exorcist
Haters can't get next to this to flex with this, I promise you that
Don't lose your life on purpose, nigga, I'ma be back
That nigga don't wanna see that
I'm hauntin' by night stalkin' your death
Rippin' your click apart 'til it ain't no one left
Now who's the first to die? Here, the killers cry young
Pacing back and fourth against the wall with they nuts, huh?
Unbearable, powerful, split the world, go get your dictionary
And paint a perfect picture for the pictionary
Nigga, I hope you see what I'm seein'
Bein' a naughty nigga walkin' the world
You can either swim with the fishes or straight go nuts with the squirrels
Go call Earl, my nigga, shit, he ain't listenin'
I'm findin' niggas shinin' 'til they glistenin'
Steady whisperin' words through corridors from the 36
Chambers of death, the vital signs of mental language [?]
You can't explain it yourself, so now you muggin' me
I'm scannin' yo' mind to find you'd rather put a slug in me
But the people, they be buggin' me
Maybe 'cause of somethin' they heard
Come to find out they recordin' every word
It's goin' down
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check it out, though
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it when shit treacherous
Go into my mode and get sick with it like the exorcist
Haters can't get next to this to flex with this, I promise you that
Don't lose your life on purpose, nigga, I'ma be back
That nigga don't wanna see that
I'm hauntin' by night stalkin' your death
Rippin' your click apart 'til it ain't no one left
Now who's the first to die? Here, the killers cry young
Pacing back and fourth against the wall with they nuts, huh?
Unbearable, powerful, split the world, go get your dictionary
And paint a perfect picture for the pictionary
Nigga, I hope you see what I'm seein'
Bein' a naughty nigga walkin' the world
You can either swim with the fishes or straight go nuts with the squirrels
Go call Earl, my nigga, shit, he ain't listenin'
I'm findin' niggas shinin' 'til they glistenin'
Steady whisperin' words through corridors from the 36
Chambers of death, the vital signs of mental language [?]
You can't explain it yourself, so now you muggin' me
I'm scannin' yo' mind to find you'd rather put a slug in me
But the people, they be buggin' me
Maybe 'cause of somethin' they heard
Come to find out they recordin' every word
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