It’s that pshychopathic lunatic
Get the f*ck up off my di*k
All you sh*tty rappers, don’t hit me up
Cause you sound like sh*t
Mothaf*ckas better watch their mothaf*ckin tone
When you come around me, I’m quick to trip just to let you know
I pull the nade making b*tches into marinade
I’m going hard in the paint shooting up the game
I’m with the gang so just let ‘em know
I grip the 44. ready to pull it back unload
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck with me
Damn, I’m dropping bodies for the f*ck of it


Markin' your tombstone
You don’t know the lingo
I’m doc holiday and i’m lookin for Johnny Ringo
Now you know
f*ck your feelings it’s your time to go
Tell’em hell is comin, i’m bringin the devil from below
It’s not what you want it’s what you f*ckin need
UAV will never stop cause we got mouths to feed
f*ck you mean you wanna die?
b*tch don’t come to me
If you still alive SCHIZO is the one that’s holdin on your deed
I’d rather be awake than f*cken act
If you sheep, my staffs up so come follow me
And if I’m not myself, I will not comply
But all you b*tches wanna do is live a f*cken lie
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