Bullet Holes Chorus) 2X
"Hate Proofin, Psycho Villain"
5-1-5-0... Tiny Town...

"Hate Proofin, Psycho Villain"
5-1-5-0... Tiny Town...
I got dat "K"...aimin straight for your $#&@in knot

and we won't stop, till them motha$#&@in bodies drop

(Ese 40'z Verse One)

Who be creepin through the night, with the skully... mask black gloves?
finna cast the light, on these hoes... best to back up
we on one, dancin with the devil in the moonlight

pale horse... carry death, across where all my goons fight
grab your vest, gaurd your chest, cuz in this land they play for keeps
poppin back and forth... our rivals, foes, our $#&@in enemies

flag in hand... wipin shells off... that I'm cleaning off for prints
M-P-L-S "MURDUH ON UM", and I never seen um since
dirty past... rifles flash, no clues for a forensic file

now we sippin cold case redrum, puffin on a "Black-N-Mild"
how it goes... in my zone, you might be here and then you're gone
chilling the darkness, drinking brew... but I am not alone


(Bullet Holes Chorus) 2X
"Hate Proofin, Psycho Villain"

5-1-5-0... Tiny Town...
"Hate Proofin, Psycho Villain"
5-1-5-0... Tiny Town...

I got dat "K"...aimin straight for your $#&@in knot
and we won't stop, till them motha$#&@in bodies drop


(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
Ticking like a time bomb, that's bout to blow
you might just catch the ending of this life... we on the outro

outgrow... all this craziness, I tried and I failed
it never stopped me... till they popped me... had me tried and I'm jailed
and even as a young... member of a gang... I would pause

to glorify the way this life I'm living... gave me a cause
and when they see me on the street and took a look at my face
they seen product of the ghetto... that they wanna erase

cuz I was stablished... back in eighty foe
I spit the motha$#&@in verses... that your lady know
and even maybe though... my lyrics lay below

off in the underground sound... and not the radio
we still fiending for revenge... on your wanna be friends
unfold your whole $#&@in layout...from the streets to the pens, yeah...


(Bullet Holes Chorus) 2X
"Hate Proofin, Psycho Villain"

5-1-5-0... Tiny Town...
"Hate Proofin, Psycho Villain"
5-1-5-0... Tiny Town...

I got dat "K"...aimin straight for your $#&@in knot
and we won't stop, till them motha$#&@in bodies drop


(Verse Three)
We in dem them streets, that get real grimy though
from the gutta, to the grave, and the time below

I ain't James Brown trick, but "Try Me" though
and catch a one way ticket, where you'll find a hole
I never wrote the book, but I strolled the slums

full of dope fiends, hoes, and a gang of bums
the ones who bought up all my pills, just to fill their lungs
with their crack pipe dreams, when the deal was done

but I'm far from that, although it still shows
from my face, to my words, to my choice of clothes
the way I walk, the way I talk, or I spit my flows

bumpin oldies on the block and I'm the one who knows
the way of the walk... in this wicked life
it's hard to grow up in a world, that I was meant to fight

I'm in a four cornered room, with some %#@! to write
up in a for corner tomb, abouta spit the mic
and I got homies in the grave, I got homies in the pen

some getting lost, in the motha$#&@in wind
every choice in this life, has a cost no pretend
people grinnin through the strife, feelin crossed from within

$#&@ a system corrupt, when the world is evil
never hearing all that %#@!... about created equal
I'm a write um to the next, so they could hate my sequel
through my life up in a hex, when I forsake the feeble...


(Bullet Holes Outro Lyrics) 4X
With the fear of a flash, going bang in the night
And all these bullets with no names, balas rain on em right...