[Verse 1]
Through the door with the big ammo like Rambo, no plan B
Cup of tea for my sick ones but the bitch ones can't stand me
Fuck around and find out when they want it, they be chewed up like candy
The devil ?must have made? the venom, on the way to killin' niggas on a Banshee
God damn he, sick and tired of rollin' circles all around the competition
Fin' to hit 'em with the 50, won't you come and give me, I ain't got no pot to piss in
Anybody wanna speak upon the Brain gang, then I gotta get 'em
No mercy when they wanna hurt me, if I wasn't murdered they'll be in the bottom with us
Sick James, give 'em what they want and what they all been waitin' for
Killin' everybody, at this point it really ain't even debatable
All my life been passed up when they tell me I was unrelatable
25 years still here, everybody else biodegradable (on Bloods)
One day they will all fall to the Reaper (Brain)
They like "why you always comin' with the dark shit?"
In my comments when they wolfin' wanna start shit
They gon' find out all about this Lincoln park shit
Finally filled up with it, Godzilla, used to run around and rob niggas
?sick of? runnin' people for they shit and then they used to sit around up in a job with it
Livin' all the way up on the edge, not dead so I'm poppin' it
The Reaper's on his way, lil' bitch, ain't no stoppin' it
What you got up in the freezer? (AK, AK)
Knowin' every time I'm comin' I be with the ether (Mayday, mayday)
In highschool no cellphone just a beeper (Say say, say say)
55 years old in your speakers, subwoofer tweeters
Everybody wanna come with that fast flow
That's bool but I can't understand half of they ass though
When they wanna come in dissin' do I gotta rip that ass a new asshole
When they only try'na come and catch up and I'm hot as Tabasco (Bitch!)
By myself, better watch who you ride with (ride with)
They can be the one you die with (die with)
Look around who the one left in a riot (riot)
Kill 'em all, no more Mr. Nice Guy shit
Through the door with the big ammo like Rambo, no plan B
Cup of tea for my sick ones but the bitch ones can't stand me
Fuck around and find out when they want it, they be chewed up like candy
The devil ?must have made? the venom, on the way to killin' niggas on a Banshee
God damn he, sick and tired of rollin' circles all around the competition
Fin' to hit 'em with the 50, won't you come and give me, I ain't got no pot to piss in
Anybody wanna speak upon the Brain gang, then I gotta get 'em
No mercy when they wanna hurt me, if I wasn't murdered they'll be in the bottom with us
Sick James, give 'em what they want and what they all been waitin' for
Killin' everybody, at this point it really ain't even debatable
All my life been passed up when they tell me I was unrelatable
25 years still here, everybody else biodegradable (on Bloods)
One day they will all fall to the Reaper (Brain)
They like "why you always comin' with the dark shit?"
In my comments when they wolfin' wanna start shit
They gon' find out all about this Lincoln park shit
Finally filled up with it, Godzilla, used to run around and rob niggas
?sick of? runnin' people for they shit and then they used to sit around up in a job with it
Livin' all the way up on the edge, not dead so I'm poppin' it
The Reaper's on his way, lil' bitch, ain't no stoppin' it
What you got up in the freezer? (AK, AK)
Knowin' every time I'm comin' I be with the ether (Mayday, mayday)
In highschool no cellphone just a beeper (Say say, say say)
55 years old in your speakers, subwoofer tweeters
Everybody wanna come with that fast flow
That's bool but I can't understand half of they ass though
When they wanna come in dissin' do I gotta rip that ass a new asshole
When they only try'na come and catch up and I'm hot as Tabasco (Bitch!)
By myself, better watch who you ride with (ride with)
They can be the one you die with (die with)
Look around who the one left in a riot (riot)
Kill 'em all, no more Mr. Nice Guy shit
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