[bad word] 1: x2]
I don't give a [bad word] about what you think
I don't give a [bad word] about what you feel
Drop that album I'm a too feel
Crack that yak [bad word] pop that pill
I rock that still, sit in a cage
I got a f type of [bad word]  pop that steel
I pop that feel
Y'all [bad word] is not that real
I'm a nutbagg
 [bad word] 2: plays over [bad word] 1]
I don't give a [bad word] about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don't give a [bad word] about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

[Verse 1:]
I'm a gutbag them up, toe tag them
Kick like into the drag and don't act them
Knife meat; put rat poison up in my I.V.
Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene
I'm a crime scene maker life taker,
Take them on a stage and rape them
No apron, I'm a scrape his face and face Satan
I'm a take his place and get a Jason
Mask, better be ready to duck fast,
Never be ready to face me I cut grass
Leave them dead I put three in the head
Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab
I don't need to flip it I spit sick, got syphilitic
Your [bad word] get lit, I'm telling you this
It's the sickness [bad word]  I'm smelling you this [bad word] You get twisted (grrr)
I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid
Now my life's stuck in the cage
I stayed with the same block in the gage
My heart's burning and I'm turning the page
Anybody that face me I get them flayed
Layed in the shade with a bag of 'nades
I spit sicker than a bag of aids
About to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!)
Get sick'had of this, get a butcher knife
Slit your [bad word] s wrists, now you took a life
And a 56 and a hooker like
Yo [bad word] is with me, tell her goodnight
I'm 51, 51, 50
Don't get the hong, lick
You gone' get licked, don't sit too rich
Lynch is gone' get it
Don't get with this quick
I spit liquid
 [bad word] 1: x2]
I don't give a [bad word] about what you think
I don't give a [bad word] about what you feel
Drop that album I'm a too feel
Crack that yak [bad word] pop that pill
I rock that still, sit in a cage
I got a f type of [bad word]  pop that steel
I pop that feel
Y'all [bad word] is not that real
I'm a nutbagg
 [bad word] 2: plays over [bad word] 1]
I don't give a [bad word] about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don't give a [bad word] about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

[Verse 2:]
I'm a put average niggas up in the attic
Take they [bad word] and stab them up in the abdomen
Leaving bodies on medicine after new I'm having you
For dinner and a movie after I stab at you
You got bit of the sickness, [bad word] haven't you
It's like cocaine so I don't got an attitude
Badabim, badabum I'm in your room
And all I want to do is sing another tune
Ring another tool, bring another hookie
Cut up, what up, [bad word] nut up, with us
Get [bad word] up with us and don't [bad word] with us
Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit
Razorblades, today's the day, cause you paved the way
For two day to get ate up
Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up
Eat his brains and put flames in they guts
Emriel Lagassi, your posse
You don't see what I see you're not me
With this [bad word] I'm a get my monopoly
Not even a freight train can stop me
Not even a straight cane could rock me
Use weed to maintain a top speed
Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!)
I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid
Now my life's stuck in the cage
I stayed with the same block in the gage
My light's burning and I'm turning the page
Anybody that face me I get them flayed
Layed in the shade with a bag of 'nades
I get sicker than a bag of aids