Dead People The Game

[Intro]
Graveyards in my pocket
Tombstones in my wallet
If you talkin' 'bout my profit
All I see is dead people
All I see is dead people
Used to hustle with my momma tryna make a couple dollars
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people
Muthafuckin' dead people

[Verse 1: Game]
This shit gets deep, don't fuck with me
You end up six feet deep, listen to how I did it
I crept up slow on Willow
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window
In the backseat, potato burners
Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow
In the front solo, sittin' low with the lights out
Feelin' like Manson on some Son of Sam shit
With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide
And my watch said they outta time, somebody gotta die, bottom line
Front page, column nine, headline: Another Columbine
I planned and plotted and strategized, and thought about it
Loaded up everything in the closet
My objective is to get bloody, they can beg and plead, yell and scream
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees
But I'm still gettin' fucking ugly, I fuckin' love it
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it
It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy
It's simple insanity, just another murderous fantasy of mine