You better pray
 When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
 Cock it back slow
 Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
 BOOM!
 Pussy-guts all over the room
 If you ain't seen it,
 Then you're fiendin'
 For the meanin'
 Of that nina of doom
 2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
 You back that nigga that pack that gat
 And hit that indo-sack
 It's like that
 Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
 All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
 Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
 And block creep
 And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
 Once it'll make you vomit
 Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
 Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
 With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
 Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
 And watch them baby's brains
 Drip out that fetus
 Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
 I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
 Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

 Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
 Now eat!

 As I creep, picture every human that I seek
 Slabs of human meat
 Cause my kids gotta eat
 I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
 Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
 Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
 Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
 I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
 I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
 Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
 A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
 So catch me now before I do my next crime
 My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

 Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
 Now eat!

 Get ready for the nigga shit
 That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
 Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
 And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
 Slugs to the womb
 Guts all over the room
 That legion of doom
 That S to the I-C-X
 With a locc and a tech for the throat
 and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
 One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
 Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
 Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
 Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
 So I pack me a nine-milla gat
 And creep in the back of the 'Lac
 With a sack of the indo

 Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
 Now eat!

 That's right. Once upon a time
 A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
 With a lie for the snitch
 As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
 They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
 Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
 Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
 Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
 To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
 Who could it be?
 Or can he be
 Locked up in the county
 cause the bounty
 finally found a nigga like me?
 X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
 L-O-C
 What's up, my nigga?
 Pull this trigger
 And take my muthafuckin' legacy
 But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
 But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
 lunatic
 Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
 Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
 Have you even loaded up your glock?
 Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
 From that 24 God in Black
 That's doin' time
 For shootin' shadows up in the dark
 And tryin' to bite before he bark
 And when his heart stops
 From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
 They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
 And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
 That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga must be livin' up in
 hell
 And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
 Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

 Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
 Now eat