[Verse 1: BAKER]

Break a bitch, beat a hoe, make 'em kiss my shoe sole

Lips be flappin', hand be slappin', going straight, sike your dumb

Actin' growns a no no, leave ya stankin' in the river

John Doe, Jane Doe, can't identify the killer

Grip the pistol, smoke a junt, silent night we on the hunt

Masked up like it's Halloween, creepin' out the cut

Coward coward I devour lemon bustas talkin' sour

Deadly hour, foolish hour, can't restrain my mystic powers

Angels try to speak to me but evil thoughts consumin' me

Oh, he said he prayed for me but words cannot defeat da beast

Darkened streets the night's a blur, vision strange from funky herb

Brain is fried my words are slurred, kill 'em all is all I heard

Hit the curb, ducked out in the bushes, scope my prey

Run up on ya 45 drop it off yo ass and pay

What I say to his ass, don't ever play with psychopaths

No love in my eyes, bitch I'm out here for yo stash

Ridin' in the park, with a .9 to the dome

My cousin got the junt, kick me out gated homes

Killas on the roam, no remorse my conscious gone

Intent is to bring you harm, in my eyes where the death is shown

Bitch we out here for the cheese, fear the fat kid on yo knees

Muthafucka, screamin' please,shut your mouth before I squeeze

So full of greed so I take what's your makes it mine

If you don't keep quiet then I'll put 2 in yo fuckin' eyes

Ruthless is my ways, been like that since a early age

Bastard child, dying slum so I kill to release my rage

Cradle to grave in a maze burning depths await

Meditatin'

Dealin' contemplate on who's the next to pay

Vengance on my mind, Satan goes into the South Side

Homie is ya down to ride? Then come with me to the darkside

Run and hide, never subside them sixes on the rise

Satan is my alibi, now it's time fo yo demise

[Verse 2: CURSED]

Hit the blunt wit it doe, boutta bust up through yo doe

Drop yo body in the chamber 'till yo punk ass ain't no mo

Rolling to yo bitch lay your corpse in an ally or a ditch

On the block talkin' shit

Got that ana with the 9 milimeters on the fuckin' clip I'm boutta rip a slug up through yo chest

Who's the best put a hole right through yo flesh

Toke da buddha from tha West who's the reaper creepin' out cut

I'm boutta fucking lace you up and leave you dead inside the muck

And I just never gave a motherfuck about a busta nigga from the block when you know this murder shit ain't gon stop

For no lame, Who gon play the murder game?

If I gotta pull the hammer back and put one to yo fuckin' brain

Knock you off the frame

Now you just anotha victim of a stang a murderer with no name, with no shame

If I gotta play the game all these muthafuckas tryna put me in the [?] when they cain't even touch me mane

If I gotta roll to the spot, put a hole to yo body let it rock

Tie yo hoe into a knot

All that ana on yo chest, aiming fo da headshot

All about the fuckin' guap growing all my crops do it all for my pops

Fo all the knowledge in my brain thinking I'm insane

Switching on them lanes

Neva bangin' only swangin' on these fools creepin' up the block

Like a goon, I'm the shadow of the moon leavin' bodies on the flo

In the crack of noon find me hanging in my room

Now you knew I'm comin' through with the strap

Put a slug right through yo cap

Take a nap

As I pull your fuckin' wig back

Pop a cap when you know all these bustas tryna put you in the trap end yo life and that's that

On the streets from the maker you gon meet

Feel the fleet, feel the heat

From the anger through the beast askin' for some tree

When the bass be knocking in yo whip on repeat