[Hook 2x's: Cannons/TWC]
Can't relate so I'm strange and deranged
Working 9-5 for some change
So many nights I sit and plot a fucking robbery
It's time to hit the lottery I'm sick of fuckin poverty
[Verse 1: Cannons/TWC]
Better watch your back when you come to Chicago
Squeezing them triggers and sending those hollows
Fill you with lead and watch your body waddle
Watching your blood spill and then your organs follow
Ain't got the strap fuck around and throw a bottle
And I got some hitters that'll even shoot a 5-0
Sipping that lean with a bean with some hydro
Twisted high and paranoid 'cuz I'm liable
I don't give a fuck Cannon's straight homicidal
Make you ancient history like the Bible
And my raps are fucking slick call it sly flow
Smoke a zip for the fuck of it so I'm high folk
And I'm out here killing shit like a psycho
[Hook 2x's: Cannons/TWC]
[Verse 2: Cricket]
Cacaphonous lyricism, treat you dicks like circumcision
Break you down like long division, couldn't fathom my flow with an algorithm
Taking risks, doing hits, light the fuse and hit the switch
Throwing bombs into crowds of pigs like the Anarchists in '86
Masked up, blacked out, smashing out the windows of your jewelry store
Ain't no telling what I'm about to do, make no mistake that I came for war
Fight for myself I ain't no messiah, NARCs on the stand singing like a choir
Call me a loser but I keep it real
You just act the part but you're a fucking liar
But that's how it goes in this fucking life so I hate the world and I'm antisocial
Mind has snapped and I'm goin' postal
They wanna keep me hushed but I keep it vocal
Running the streets, snitches in sheets
Fighting and fucking, not loving police
Watching the clock, loving the chase
Stay sharp as a knife, so I'm dodging a case