("The gun may be the perfect weapon,"

Standing between a rock and a hard place

"But a gun is nothing without a bullet,"

I am my own bullet

I live my life perfectly

A parabolic arch of meaning, purpose

And then there was that time when you stepped on a landmine

And I never forgave you

And you could feel the entire rise and fall of the Third Reich at your feet

It's a wasted life.")

My choppa eat niggas like spaghetti

Pull up and shoot him til hes red confetti

Make red mist just like bouncing betty

Told him lemme write my lyrics and then i am ready

Skinwalker cut him open use his skin as a coat

Your in the underground and down here we all float

Pull up at the opps house i cut his throat

His whole familys sad how bout seethe and cope

Pull out my Glock and i get real scary

When i light up the block like this monterey

I am a monster but not scary terry

With nine millimeter its you getting buried

Ill rip out your tongue but im not mary shaw

My hello kitty switchblade as sharp as a claw

Carry a stick and wear a mask like im saw

Do not smoke weed cause that is the law

Got a keltec and it's strapped to my nutsack

100 round drum if these niggas wanna buss back

Stick and extended and bright laser better trust that

Flick and pull the trigger kill a nigga like a bomb cap

Give him the heat sense of defeat a loss

Keepin a strap keepin a chain, rick ross

Turn him to hindu when his head got my dot

Turn him to puddle like kali ma

Droppin guns midfight ill tell your bitch ass to pick it up

Turn opps into sludge, choppa sip like a double cup

Writing some lyrics with codeine im pourin up

Smokin on cat piss, dealer calls it icup

Treat opps like zombies and fill em with lead

Make you bleed, spit a flow, let it rush to your head

While i take out a sickle and tear you to shreds

Ill be drunk off of rum and then leave you on read

Dont let my lyrics go over your dome

This world is shit, return to styrofoam

Transformers my wrist, as it rolls, i will roam

Like black ops bus driver im totin a chrome

Totin a chrome, megumin my pistol

Im pulling the trigger, it heat like a crystal

Get to the bag, ice my niggas like bristol

I pray that my opps will get killed or be distal