I don't really give a *, I'm a everybody killer
Body back, silica filler, shell up, graveyard filler
Phones start acting up and gonna * up and cross me
Let them know how we get down from the fuckin' SUV
Fizzy in my mind with the fuckin' thoughts of a demon
I'm dreaming of the day my ass bitches murder a straight screamer
And when I touch the nominal meter clock with a hammer cock
With a fuckin' slug over hollow pointers, your chest gets socked
And some of you bitches, yeah, I got a brand new hit list
Wanna roll up on you, it's the grooming of a death you will kiss
I'm looking for you, bitch, cause I got a bullet for your dome
Now you fuckin' live to live, I'm takin' bullets from my chrome
Take you to the garage, tired, gagged, and blinded
You're fuckin' with a cycle that's insane and criminal
Might as well cut off your ears and then I'ma sew them to your eyes
Takin' pictures of you laughin' while you lay there and die
Cause I'm a everybody killer, bitch
I thought that you knew
I put it down for that wait you will and that Danny were cool
I'm blastin' and laughin' at enemies involved on a trip
Cause I got enough bullets to lay down the crowd up in my clip
Cause I'm a everybody killer, bitch, and now it's too late
I put a hole in your chest, baby, now you up in the wood crate
Head up in the street, it's time to brag and to boast
For all that nonsense you talk, you're a fuckin' gang bangin' ghost
My heart is black as coal, and as cold as a cube
Set with your spine, so you're paralyzed and can't even move
You're fuckin' with the wrong vodka, so hope you're ready to die
Cause it's about to go down, it's about to go down

It's about the time you meet the fuckin' man in the sky
With the strap on my lap, I'ma peel your fuckin' cat blood
Putters flowin' from your body like beer from the tap
And to that bitch, yeah, hoe, you know the * you are
Watch out for the C4 igniting when you start up your car
You're dead to me, hoe, I knew you was a motherfuckin' punk
Dirty-ass snitch, bitch, I put your body in the trunk
Now you sayin' you doin' things, but I ain't seein' anything
So cease all the *, talkin' and quit your bitch-ass hatin'
* everybody, * a bitch, and * the whole world
Puffin' the peach out the mold
Got my mind in a twirl
Keepin' thrusha on the block when your C-phase rollin'
Unless you wanna get killed, then get your soul and I'm stolen
Cause I'm a everybody killer, bitch, I thought that you knew
I put it down for that way too ill and that Danny McCrew
I'm blastin' and laughin' at enemies involved on the trip
Cause I got the nipple, it's too late, I'm not proud up in my clip
Cause I'm a everybody killer, bitch, and now it's too late
I put a hole in your chest, wait, and now you up in the wood crate
Head up in the street, it's time to brag and to boast
For all the nonsense you talk, you a fuckin' gangbangin' ghost
Put your body in the trunk, and * the whole world
Put that knife in your face, and let some gunpowder burn
All your homies dead, cap your back, and now it's your turn
Lay you on your back, with a fuckin' head full of bullets
And down for this murderous lifestyle to the motherfuckin' foolish
I'ma put you in a shallow grave and piss on the dirt
Have your mama and your sister wearin' your name on a shirt
I'm killin' grandmas and grandpas and nephews, aunties and uncles
Call my homeboy, playboy your knuckles, make your fuckin' me buckle
Heart made of stone, with no remorse for your corpse
I catch a slip and stab you in the face with a rusty pitchfork
This fuckin' weed in this groove
Got my mind in a twirl, and now it's too late, I'm not proud up in my clip
I would murder, cause I know this might be the sickest * that you've ever heard of
Even if your lady was proud, I wouldn't give a *
I cut the fetus out and give it a professional tummy tuck
Get the * out my war pack, cause I'm ready to kill
My mentality is if you think it's fake, but I'll show you it's real
Cause I'm a everybody killin' bitch, I thought that you knew
I put the down for that way too real, and that Danny were cool
I'm blastin' and laughin' at enemies involved on the trip
Cause I got a numberless to lay down the crowd up in my clip
This is how I'm a everybody killin' bitch, and now it's too late
I put a hole in your neck, and now it's too late
I put a hole in your chest, but then now you up in the wood crate
Head up in the street, it's time to brag and tell bulls
For all the nonsense you talk, you a fuckin' gangbangin' ghost