[Verse 1]
Through the door with the big ammo like Rambo, no plan B
Cup of tea for my sick ones but the bitch ones can't stand me
Fuck around and find out when they want it, they be chewed up like candy
The devil ?must have made? the venom, on the way to killin' niggas on a Banshee
God damn he, sick and tired of rollin' circles all around the competition
Fin' to hit 'em with the 50, won't you come and give me, I ain't got no pot to piss in
Anybody wanna speak upon the Brain gang, then I gotta get 'em
No mercy when they wanna hurt me, if I wasn't murdered they'll be in the bottom with us
Sick James, give 'em what they want and what they all been waitin' for
Killin' everybody, at this point it really ain't even debatable
All my life been passed up when they tell me I was unrelatable
25 years still here, everybody else biodegradable (on Bloods)
One day they will all fall to the Reaper (Brain)
They like "why you always comin' with the dark shit?"
In my comments when they wolfin' wanna start shit
They gon' find out all about this Lincoln park shit
Finally filled up with it, Godzilla, used to run around and rob niggas
?sick of? runnin' people for they shit and then they used to sit around up in a job with it
Livin' all the way up on the edge, not dead so I'm poppin' it
The Reaper's on his way, lil' bitch, ain't no stoppin' it
What you got up in the freezer? (AK, AK)
Knowin' every time I'm comin' I be with the ether (Mayday, mayday)
In highschool no cellphone just a beeper (Say say, say say)
55 years old in your speakers, subwoofer tweeters
Everybody wanna come with that fast flow
That's bool but I can't understand half of they ass though
When they wanna come in dissin' do I gotta rip that ass a new asshole
When they only try'na come and catch up and I'm hot as Tabasco (Bitch!)
By myself, better watch who you ride with (ride with)
They can be the one you die with (die with)
Look around who the one left in a riot (riot)
Kill 'em all, no more Mr. Nice Guy shit
[Chorus]
Handmade in Hell
No sleep, dope beat, on the dark side
Raised in the mud, no love, they can all die
Blood filled with pain, Insane, they can all fry
Who's left to come for your neck, when they've all tried
Handmade in Hell
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me
I was Handmade in Hell
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me
I was Handmade in Hell
[Verse 2]
Dope with a big strap just to back up my demons
Time to ride, I don't care even if it's time to die, I'm leavin'
I don't wanna sit around and live another life with no meaning
I would rather run butt naked through the firewall full of gasoline and
I mean it, rather be up in the fire burnin' with the Brainsick
It was you would never make it, only gonna fail, I can tell plus you ain't shit
All my life is dedicated provin' niggas wrong, I never had to fake it
I been try'na put me in the race, I'm poppin' up and then I eat 'em all up like a banquet
Unsanctioned, if you wasn't with the shit, what you wanna ride for?
Man, we on that one-way to the rivals
No turn around, no stoppin', nigga, no gettin' out, we liable to
Get 'em all right now with no chance for survival
I'm so Blanca Electric, you like havin' you a deathwish
Come get this, I burn 'em up with gasoline
I'm that one that be livin' deep up in the dark side
Got everybody in the car ride, on the way to come smash your team
(Smoke, drink, eat, fuck)
Still on the same, ?nut?, run amok, kill 'em all, Last Demon
Only when they say "fuck that, hell nah, I don't need it"
Take a look up in the glass ball, I see all your secrets
Mind full of black magic, they don't wanna go in deep and can't nobody fade him
Won't nobody beat it, better be imbedded deep up in the fabric
You spit that single shot, I spit shit automatic
Used to be up on the street try'na sell CDs hermetic
Silly rabbit, love it when I walk up in a room and then they play dead
Thought it when I come up in this bitch you get the basehead
Better wake up 'fore I really put you in the mud so get the fuck up and then break bread
You already know I got the heat and you don't wanna get your sheets stained red
Real different, Brainsick since an infant
Ever since I was born all the other kids kept the distance
Laugh like a true boss, then stay back when they ass cough
Every time they say I fell off I hit 'em right back so vicious I'm
[Chorus]
Handmade in Hell
No sleep, dope beat, on the dark side
Raised in the mud, no love, they can all die
Blood filled with pain, Insane, they can all fry
Who's left to come for your neck, when they've all tried
Handmade in Hell
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me
I was Handmade in Hell
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me (never end up like me, me)
Homie you will never end up (never end up, never end up)
Homie you will never end up like me
I was Handmade in Hell