Call me a murderer

Motherfucking killa

High off that bong

Kill Cali thrilla

No, you can't kill a g

Let alone see a g

Killn' motherfuckers in the first degree

Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine

Tryin' to make my bail

Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind

Fool it's that shit that's on hit

Makin' suckas sick

Playa hatas wanna trip

Then I gotta get my glock

Watch these suckas flocke

Watch these suckas flocke

Stay off my jock

If I catch a fool who's out to get me

Off with the head

Like a chicken with no wings

Cook his ass up

Feed him to my kid

Cause I'm sick

With the shit I spit bitch man

I can't fade silly bustas I hate

Take him to my dungeon

Decide their fate

Wait 24, the next night I go

Back to the place

Where the lost souls rome

Get up real close

Look at our eyes

See fear of another

Waiting to die

I still don't give a fuck about death

Killin' fools just for fun

Until I breathe my last breath

Darkness lurks through my mind

It's hard to find a light

I'm a killa so I can't be kind

Frite night every night

For a sucka punk motherfucker

Kill him slow

Like a rock to a clucker

Bustas recognize look me in the eye

And see death

Step into my game without a ref

I bless you with the dose to your tongue

Make you see visions of death

People hung

I come from the dungeons of doja

Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth

And explode ya

I should be dead

Talkin' is crazy

But there hasn'