[Verse 1]
You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that [bad word]  ho [bad word] it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM! [bad word] guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that [bad word] that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that [bad word] that work 'em [bad word] deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe [bad word] Biatches keep [bad word]  and suckin' and keepin' [bad word] 
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that [bad word] And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that [bad word] that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

[Hook] (x2)
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper [bad word] nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, [bad word] Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla [bad word] around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, [bad word] 
Now eat!

[Verse 2]
As I creep, picture every human that I see
Slabs of human meat cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel [bad word] a [bad word] [bad word]  what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquette
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, [bad word] 
[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3]
Get ready for the [bad word] [bad word] That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, [bad word] 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the [bad word] who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew [bad word] meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 4]
That's right, once upon a time
[bad word] that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the [bad word] [bad word] 
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to [bad word] with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the [bad word] got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
Cause the bounty
Finally found a [bad word] like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-L-O-What's up, my [bad word] 
Pull this trigger
And take my [bad word]  legacy
But watch your back
Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's [bad word]  (Yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (Yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your Glock?
Well, I could gives a [bad word] cause even then, [bad word]  you not my [bad word] From that 24 Garden Block
That's doin' time
For shoo