Look into the face of the mothafuckin' dead Got a couple body bags underneath the shed This a fuckin' massacre, I'm livin' for the terror I thought you should know that life isn't fair Talking that shit as I empty the clip, all of these rappers they thinkin' they flipping these bricks Dumb mothafucka I'm takin' taking yo' shit Go to the crib then I'm fuckin' my bitch Bitch I pull up with the triple 6 Makin' sure I blow up with my brother we exist Silly little rabbit these chicks aren't for kids Every day closer makin' me reminisce All of these pussy boys can suck on my dick Tryin' to flex but ain't never licked a clit Workin' through the struggle still makin' these hits They hoping that we fail but we never gon' quit Holdin the wire, I'm meant for desire I'm straight from the fire, and I live for the lessor I sedated your mistress, you're gettin the message Put bag around your head, you ain't breathin' You pushin' the pills and you thinkin' narcotic, and people are thinkin' that I am physcotic We built from the logic, and you don't want no fuckin' problems Put you fuckin' feelins on the table and we can solve 'em And you know Got you so scared that you trippin' on your toes Bitch Livin my legacy up on the throne, if you talkin' that shit I be cuttin' your throat 187 I'm sendin' your body to heaven Like 11:11 And I hope that you makin' a wish 'cause he's never comin' back from the dead bitch