Evertime I see you slippin'
 I go and reach for my mac 10
 Victims of my devils playground

 (Koopsta Knicca)
 Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks
 Chris
 I'm thinkin' deadly and I'm scopin' with that infarred
 Kickin' it with the hardest click
 Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches
 Man what's done if my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks
 Koops not concerned
 I let you burn and burn and burn
 Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read
 So I learned
 Deep in the morgue
 Lie corps in the quateras
 They wanna face in a line of order
 Can you place this shit
 When you crawled up on the red man
 You bounce set up in this bitch
 Sittin' man and thinkin'
 Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin
 Poor preachers I waited for hangin'
 Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
 The 6-6-6 mystery man
 Is takin' me straight to insanity
 Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices
 That issue more tragedies
 The seas of cries
 Will soon be turning
 Your fuckin' life over
 Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover
 Then I crinkle enough of these slugs
 ?? I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood

 Chorus x1