I'm feeling it, the way I handle killing 'em is intricate Wicked shit, I be steady mobbing, death certificate Got that Seven heat, deadly like amphetamines Still got that itch to rule the world like I was seventeen Still a fuckface, I'ma kill you fucks Pull a NES Light Gun you better count your ducks Still the hunter, don't you see the red beam Mobstyle! Promise you don't want it with The Red Team Still a weirdo, still got my lunchbox Still a felon but dumb enough to punch cops Still paid but broke enough to touch Glocks Steal yo fade you got a deal with me and Boondox Think you seeing things? Oh my gosh You can't see me though, red camouflage This can't be true, this is my garage You might call it murder, we call it red mirage I got that feeling again I've tried but I can't lose it That voice that comes from within They'll blame it on the music Red mirage! Red mirage! Red mirage! Get me seeing red, no telling what I do Could be beneath your bed, machete run you through You feel that sense of dread, bitch that's impending doom So don't ever think that I won't go ahead and show up in your living room Accost ya, gotta understand that you are dealing with a monster See that Sig I got inside my hand, that be the sponsor And it's brought to you by Smoking Joe If he get a word, I'll pull the trigger, think I'm joking No, because this mob shit is serious, test it if you curious Disappear and the circumstances will not be mysterious Fuckin' Dirt nefarious, hit 'em with that redrum Think you can't be missing, you ain't following the bread crumbs Think you seeing things? Oh my gosh You can't see me though, red camouflage This can't be true, this is my garage You might call it murder, we call it red mirage I got that feeling again I've tried but I can't lose it That voice that comes from within They'll blame it on the music Red mirage! Red mirage! Red mirage!