I got sickness on my mind like blood in my body
no witness on the line - just that dude a way cocky
the glock i may cock it and let bullets lynch you
out the block you was frontin' - in i see the bitch in you
the guns smoke
there's fire like laughters on fun and jokes
it's a pun punk - get you cunt pop'd
drop dope with a mic like a drug dealer
so some gon' survive to the drug - other no
don't call me a killa but a cleaner
gettin' illa - i'm a rapper one of the realer...i see yah
i hear yah - all that talk shit where the acts at?
it's a fact - you're a fake cat...what a bastard
can't you feel the hatred i spread
man you see all them bastard i sprayed
so you panic when i lay to get you blasted....you gotta pay
in my heart the love is like in jail
hatred are the wardens - a real lil' hell
i ain't ready to fail but god do i fall
no friends just my balls and violence calls
fuck bein' a holywood star - i'm a bloody hood meteorites
that shit is too woody for my fire - i'm searchin' for the light
