I'm close to the edge, don't dare push

Nigga, don't you know I got a Glock in the bush?

Fully loaded

Just one finger to explode it

Body like Spalatto and the pump feel corroded

And the gun I used, I chopped up

Now I'm waitin' for some shit from your boys to pop up

And they gon' get done just like I did you

And so on

And so on

Like Faberge shampoo

Ooh, last time I went buck wild

Basted this nigga in front of his child

He thought I was a busta fuckin' with my money

Like I'm a joke or somethin'

Haha, very funny

Do you see me laughin'

Huh? Do you?

But I'ma laugh when them hollow points go through you

It took day's and nights to pursue ya

When I catch ya, I'ma do damage like jeans

And you ain't nеver seen an X go to work

And when I start blastin', I blast bersеrk

I gives a fuck (Buck, buck, buck)

If it ain't me or mine, get struck

Doctor Tom Slick said I'm schizophrenic'

Cause I wanna kill more than the Viet Cong War Nickname me Ho Chi Minh

'Cause I walk the streets of Long Beach with a loaded MAC-10 then

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(comin') bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(comin') bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(comin') bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(comin') bodies collapsin'

Bizarre

The way I launch my protoplasms

Into paragraphs that scares like phantasm, huh

And you can say I'm on the ball

'Cause I'ma chase you up and down the hall

And when I catch ya

You'll be washed up just like zest

Now let the coroner clean the mess

It's his job

I rob

Life from punks like shit

When I attack, Glock 17 dumps

Six million ways to catch death

Swim the direct route, get buried in your wetsuit

And the side effects are connected to the TEC-9

And the technique wrecks

So send for the next of kin

By the tens to identify punks I didn't fly

Like Predator

I'ma terminate ya like Arnold crazy

Black Schwarzenigger

I figure

Lick 'nough shots to your vital area

Then they gon' bury ya

Hysteria, run from the X

But you can't run from that you can't see

Silent

Sounds of murder in the air provokes me

Then, then a shit-eatin' grin

My eyes roll back like Karakakis Kandanis, hah

And this is what I sin

Killa, killa, killa

Killa, kill again then

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(Comin') bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(Comin') bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin'

(Comin') Bodies collapsin'

Do not try to read me

Warning, I attack from the back like dyslexia

Lethal conversations exerted

Be administered

Style is critique, that means out should know that I am a crazy nigga Finger on the trigger

Sometimes I feel just like a distraught postal worker When I go bust

And when I bust, it won't be no R.I.P R.I.T

Boyo, rest in turmoil

Figure be first to do the damage, uh

So now who wanna punk with the X

When I shoot, I climax

Hollow point sex

And these are words I pledge don't push me to the Edge

Bullets will be zippin', zappin' (Comin')

Bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin' (Comin')

Bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin' (Comin')

Bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin' (Comin')

Bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin' (Comin')

Bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

Bullets will be zippin', zappin' (Comin')

Bodies collapsin' (I'm close to the edge)

So now who wanna punk with the X

Crazy nigga, finger on the trigger

So now who wanna punk with the X?

Boy-o, rest in turmoil

Now who wanna punk with the X?

Crazy nigga, finger on the trigger

So now who wanna punk with the X?

I figure be first to do damage

So now who wanna punk with the X?

Crazy nigga, finger on the trigger

So now who wanna punk with the X?