Motherfucking killa
 High off that bong
 Kill Cali thrilla
 Though you can't kill a g
 Let alone see a g
 Killn' motherfuckers in the first degree
 Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine
 Tryin' to make my bail
 Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind
 Fool it's that shit that's on hit
 Makin' suckas sick
 Playa hatas wanna trip
 Then I gotta get my glock
 Watch these suckas flocke
 Watch these suckas flocke
 Stay off my jock
 If I catch a fool who's out to get me
 Off with the head
 Like a chicken with no wings
 Cook his ass up
 Feed him to my kid
 Cause I'm sick
 With the shit I spit bitch man
 I can't fade silly bustas I hate
 Take him to my dungeon
 Decide their fate
 Wait 24, the next night I go
 Back to the place
 Where the lost souls rome
 Get up real close
 Look at our eyes
 See fear of another
 Waiting to die
 I still don't give a fuck about death
 Killin' fools just for fun
 Until I breathe my last breath
 Darkness lurks through my mind
 It's hard to find a light
 I'm a killa so I can't be kind
 Frite night every night
 For a sucka punk motherfucker
 Kill him slow
 Like a rock to a clucker
 Bustas recognize look me in the eye
 And see death
 Step into my game without a ref
 I bless you with the dose to your tongue
 Make you see visions of death
 People hung
 I come from the dungeons of doja
 Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth
 And explode ya
 I should be dead
 Talkin' is crazy
 But there hasn't been a sucka yet to fade me
 Maybe I'll return
 Resurrect myself
 Come back and take away his health and his wealth
 Causes found they drama
 Give his ass trama
 Let them playa hatas know that I'm a
 Crazy lunatic that's back from the grave
 Take him to my dungeons
 Make em all my slaves
 I don't have no love
 My mind is full of hate
 When I know I'm goin
 Murder damn I can't wait
 But I keep calm to do my job right
 I know in my mind some suckers die tonight
 I might let me live
 Let him live in fear
 But I never let it go pass the fucking year
 People come to me, ask me if I'm sick
 Yes I'm crazier than (??)
 Bustas don't you trip
 Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up
 If I catch you slippin' fools I'm choppin' your fuckin' (??) up
 Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass
 Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed
 Breakin' aint thinkin' it hard test
 And if you get away, that doesn't mean shit
 Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your (?)
 And laugh at cha
 (??) with the shit man
 I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic
 Rippin' up bodies (yeah)
 Kill them like molly
 Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a (?)
 It's gonna be a murder at midnight
 Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right
 Motherfucker....gone