[Verse: Cornflex]

Hallucinations are tricking me, making me think, I'm about to die

Murder spree since early evening, now infront of me, I see the tears rolling from a cowards eye

Oh lord why, you make a motherfucker suffer like that, in the middle of the dust, can't get rid off the devil in disguise in the house of mine

Doing lotta bluffing, ruining my heart through rushing, the evil mind, empowered crime, since

I been begging to you, god, I can't lie, I ain't dead yet

I benn stepping forward, aiming 4 award shows, I ain't there yet

Hold up, iron of the 9 millimeter laying on ya temple

I got an order to follow, bust, you better duck, take cover

Rusty old hands, whipe the dead body clean from all the blood upon

Like a working alcoholic, not knowing what the fuck, I've done

And the gun is unloaded, even though moments before it was

Whole clip in da bitch, chop, chop, we shortened it up, chop, we shortened it up

Droptop, though, I ain't riding cabriolet

In a hummer with hundreds of bullets from hunted to hunter, hoe no

I ain't leaving markings your way

Tipping soft, till it paces

Siccniss off the top of my head, ready 4 chases

With the cops, I guarantee, can non of them kill me, nah man, nah