[Intro] [dark piano melody, wind sound effects] [spoken] Volume two. it's fuckin about time. Milla Man, Angry Colin Kurt Bruting, Killa Joe. Rest in peace, . We miss you, son. [Verse 1] [boom-bap drums enter, heavy kick and snare] When the dollars fly out, this bitch is strippin' When my guns fly out, I'm pistol whippin' Listen to the missile whistlin', now you shittin' and pissin you end up missin'while im kissin ur girl you know she don't suck and fuck like my bitch do It's just a different taste, on a different face, on a different day And she say what you say and I say, okay! Hangin' upside down, takin' apart my gun and assemblin' back together again blindfolded Strong and steady pace, my mind's holdin' and my nine's golden Your girl's timy-twatt reminds me of a Kit Kat bar 'cause she's breakin' me off with a piece of that fleshy wet pussy Fleshy wet pussy, fifteen shots of gold shlogger got me shittin' nuggets Fuckin' suckers, reopen your C-section with my M16 weapon Talk about a mean selection, because ninety percent of the junk is murderers, rapists, and child molesters the rest are, crack cocaine, dust and acid professors So we run these streets with pistol-packin' thugs and God-forsaken drugs That means I'm makin' drugs and takin' drugs [Chorus] [distorted vocalizations] oooooohhhhh aaa llaa llaaaaa laaaaa ohhhhhh a llaaaaaaa lllaaaaa aaaaaaa ooooo lllaaaaaaaaaa ooooo oo o o laaaaaa Junk stay ill! [Verse 2] Once upon a time long ago, deep below where it all starts to grow No such thing as no,so protect your ass hole cause this is where it all starts and this is where it will all ends You call yourself a friend, rules you bend and u always tend to fall off Turn hard to soft, never realizin' your mustard 'cause youll never catch up So much back up you'd think it was the feds, suicide it's do or die My gun's ready, my gun's be deadly, always keep the scope steady And one between the eyes and that's sweet as sugar, nuga You're full of shit, take your last hit, and when the hammer falls, blood sprays the walls Is it yours, is it his, is it hers? Who the fuck cares? Just spray away like there's no tomorrow so fuck the sorrow I'm not against all that and never was and never will bang it all up with a dollar bill How's your brain feel? Junk stay ill! [Chorus] [distorted vocalizations] oooooohhhhh aaa llaa llaaaaa laaaaa ohhhhhh a llaaaaaaa lllaaaaa aaaaaaa ooooo lllaaaaaaaaaa ooooo oo o o laaaaaa Junk stay ill! [Verse 3] Satan is my poopsy-woopsy, oopsie-doopsie, fuckin' shoot me Talk about drive-bys, I got a military tank in your driveway Do or die say, fuckin' my way, I'll get prepared for a shit-kit Go to church with my wrist slit, wreak havoc with my weapons in wappingers district Red dot on your forehead and hit this, wet dance, fuckin' piss-ants Watch you piss pants, it's quite fuckin' apparent you remain a no-brain Let's change cocaine, bloodstain, no name, no pain, no gain Knuckles wrapped in tape dipped in glass, kiss the ass! oooooohhhhh aaa llaa llaaaaa laaaaa ohhhhhh a llaaaaaaa lllaaaaa aaaaaaa ooooo lllaaaaaaaaaa ooooo oo o o laaaaaa [Outro] [screamed] NO
