murderer imma killa theres so much **** i dont remember but if you look into my eyes you will see im a killa for life i walk around at night all by myself i got these gary niggas guess whos there sometimes it feels like im the last one left a killa no lie aint nobody walk around in my shoes no one to trust dont know who to turn to go about your busniess if it dont concern you killem all putem all in a casket blastem ignite em with the gas and the matches you food for the maggots duct taped wrapped in plastic let gats blast your ass you burn to ashes these tragig measures is drastic you son of a bitch ya ******* let the gauge bang lettin off racket wrap em in plastic throw em over the bridge and watch the ***** get hit by traffic if you askin for trouble imma pop that bubble hangin out the window with a choppa make his brains hang lookin like a plate of lasagna imma killem one less ***** you gotta worry about cuz imma carty him out bury him out in the cemetary let the pall bearers carry you down with a black mag and a rifle killas only come out in the afternoon and as you turn out your light you might find a killa sittin in your bedroom i live my life like theres no tomorrow if i die tonight i dont know where ill go i pray to god for forgiveness cuz i know im a killem and this is the home of the stone cold killas wig splitta and graveyard diggas blast you in the face get the shell case then throw you in the calumet river ****in with a psycho micael myers plier wires vice grips is what i get then i lynch your ass with barbed wire