The Corn Children of the Corn

[Production by Darrell "Digga" Branch]

[Intro]
Girl: I saw the corn
Reporter: Okay, cut it! What is all this shit about the corn...

[Bloodshed]
Yeah, yeah Bloodshed
My nigga Mase Murder, the deal
Big L, Killa Kam
Tell 'em where you been Killa

[Killa Cam]
I went to Texas lethal, caught wreck with people
Who have injected infected needles, some terrorist people
Favorite bird the Desert Eagle, Killa slices
Colder then ice is, one of the trifest
Hypest to shiestest y'all run like mices in a crisis
Y'all never hear nobody did me in
I be in Lebanon with the Libyans, Canal is just Caribbean
I ain't no fucking child to y'all, cause I got money pals to tour
Selling big thousand on crack, smack and Tylenol
All I got is phat options, 031's what I wrap rocks in
In '89 when I was slap boxing, now on blocks I'm padlocking
And gat cocking and gat poppin', doing drive bys out the black Datsun
I ain't little but vicious, guns no misses
Dear family, kisses or wishes, before I break you up like dishes
Fuck your bosses, my forces, endorse this
To kill all your sources y'all niggas best be cautious
No losses my fortress, is Jaguars and Porsches
Ride to OTB to check my money on the horses
My whores is flawless, my block one of the broadest
Off the main attraction for them whitey ass tourist
Then I torch this and scorch this, with out no remorse's
Leave their bloody body to be found in Mount Morris
Harlem leave 'em scoreless, I shoot your bitch and leave you broad less
So if you want we can start the static like a cordless