[Intro: Cortana & Chief]

I'm not coming with you this time

What?

I only held enough back to get you off the ship

No! That's not-! We go together

It's already done

[Verse 1: ?]

Guess that's how the story goes

Saw her [?] up her nose, got a killer lovin' it

Ejaculation got me shakin', told her don't let go of it

Freakin' in the dog, she be cappin' at a slow pace

Cappin' hard, mane she put that devilish smile up off my face

Suckin' titties, fuck the kid and now I'm gettin' up in the wind

Bring her to my boys, now she suckin' dicks of all my friends

Plus she lick my balls, smokin' a blunt, I get a phonecall

No, this ain't this freak, callin' me, askin' can wе ball?

[Verse 2: ?]

Wicked tales I'm spillin', they thrillin', thrill ya likе Jason

You're facin' jail and I'm chasin' ya in a heated situation

No patience for those that fuck with me

Several degrees, for low freezin'

You gotta get at me, 'cause there is no reason for you to frontle me

In a heartbeat I lynch your career, creep up from the rear

And throw this bitch in the high gear

Understand what I'm sayin', this shit is deep over here

Killers in Memphis, Tennessee, with a sudden appear, forreal

[Verse 3: D.O.N.]

That's why I never took my Trey-Eight granted

Pistol grip, haymaker trick, I'm still doin' damage

Soon as I fall up in that cell, I'm workin' on the shank blades

Your cool aid will get sprayed, by somethin' sharp, that I made

Over your fuckin' head, MC D.O.N. is blastin'

You'll never breathe again, like that bitch, Toni Braxton

I'm actin' a fool, talkin' 'bout more murder cool

'Cause all these bitches kn-izz-ow that a gangster is a ruse

Don't perpetrate, I demonstrate how D.O.N. be comin'

Lame ass niggas br-izz-eak out with the quickness and start runnin'

I'm gunnin', I'm crazy, you busters cannot phase me

Killer, the cap peeler, R.I.P., push up some Dayzie's

[Verse 4: 1-8-7]

1-80-7 on the creep, lookin' for a heavy nigga

Dressed up in a costume, clickin' on a full moon

Easily executed, a nigga better give me some

Bullet's up in his chest, I'm leavin' his muthafuckin' body numb

Big rocks, heavy grains, lookin' like he havin' thangs

Mane I gotta really hit 'em, hit 'em for his fuckin' shit

Dead on his ass, left 'em bloody by the fuckin' path

Fuck this shit I grab my Glock and take your ass on your block

Pushin' rocks-