[hook] I don’t karaoke, bitch I carry guns. and I done hit more home runs than Barry Bonds, I don’t bury people. I just kill’em then I bury guns, I’m so very lethal very illegal you very dumb, Snatch every crumb that chew can don’t let nothin get by ya, I on’t even know why I’m still rappin boy cause I’ve been retired, [verse 1] I got issues with anger. I can’t control my temper. My bitch is a fucking Ruger. I’m dying to pimp her and let her fuck one of these motherfuckers. I despise watch the bullets hit they spines leaving them paralyzed I ain’t scared of hell how could I be? I’m already here and if I’m wrong, I’m on the way and I don’t really care. I’m so familiar with trouble. I’m starting to really enjoy it. They tell me drugs will make my life seem fine, but they will destroy it. Give me 2 ounces of the world‘s finest crystal. A couple hits and I’ll go get these so-called public officials go in they neck with a pencil and watch the rest beg for mercy, am I nuts or does the music that I listen to coerce me? that’s what you faggots. Wanna blame it on ain’t it? look this chopper’s automatic ain’t no need for me to aim it, with the site so I just point it in the general vicinity and hit everybody close to the one who offended me, my temper a muthafucker my tempers a bitch. There’s something wrong with my brain its broke and I need it fixed. I’m losing it. I’m bout to fucking flip on my creator. I’m 1 inch away from jumping on the elevator. [hook] I don’t karaoke, bitch I carry guns. and I done hit more home runs than Barry Bonds, I don’t bury people. I just kill’em then I bury guns, I’m so very lethal very illegal you very dumb, Snatch every crumb that chew can don’t let nothin get by ya, I on’t even know why I’m still rappin boy cause I’ve been retired,
