Call me that killa, you watching me flex Insects crawlin' inside yo' neck 'Cause you dead, in the ground Got that fuckin' choppa with a thousand rounds What you wanna know, who lies the most Temperature triple 6 below We some devil mothafuckas from the West Coast Love the sounds of the crows, now you burn like toast Pull the plug, fuck yo' front Kill a mothafucka, now he never waking up He deep in sleep I-15 Toss the fuckin' bodies out down lake mead Rest in peace, R.I.P. UAV with FTP Fuck the population, we waitin' for satin' patiently Smokin' that nicotine, hidin' my stress Lookin' for the pope, but I must confess To all the fuckin' feelings that are unexpressed Bein slapped by the ghost, thought I was possessed Bein trapped in the dark, stuck with my conscious from havin' no heart All these mothafuckas hopin' that we tear apart But we never lookin' back, 'cause we never to far If you don't feel us, we still will never give up Some UNAVERAGE killas, but you will never kill us If you don't feel us, we still will never give up Some UNAVERAGE killas, but you will never kill us If you don't feel us, we still will never give up Some UNAVERAGE killas, but you will never kill us If you don't feel us, we still will never give up Some UNAVERAGE killas, but you will never kill us