[Chorus: x2]
I'm taking my own life, I might as well
Guess where I'm going cause the Devil's inside

I'm taking my own life, that's where I'm going
Except they might not sell weed in Hell


[Verse 1:]
See I always have respect cause I always talk fact
The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black

I always left with nothing but I always brought back
I always been a hustler, I probably go off that
Y'all don't wanna go to work with the boy

There's only two words that describe me: search and destroy
I don't think you wanna get murked by the boy
My %#@! is military, y'alls is like a nursery toy

It's hurting you boys
My team ain't even hungry, we famished
I murder everybody, $#&@ collateral damage

I'm animal savage with Hannibal's habits
I'll mangle your cabbage
I walked into the parish and I strangled the !@$)gots

I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus
Run with brothers who's forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists
Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us

I don't care, I'm trying to deal with my personal demons

[Chorus x2]


[Verse 2:]
Y'all don't wanna go that route

Broke mother$#&@er need to throw his throwback out
If you see me drinking something good I stole that stout
If you see me drinking in the hood then roll back out

On the real I don't want no one to bother me, cousin
Rapping just a little $#&@ing bit of part of me, cousin
I'm just trying to have a drink at the bar with my cousin

I ain't mean to be rude, god, pardon me cousin
I stay strapped lord, gun in the tuck
Young boys act wild lord funny as $#&@

I scrap southpaw sonning you $#&@s
Look at you lord on the floor bummy as $#&@, what?
My life been defined by death

So I guess if everybody dead mine is next
My father dropped a jewel on me, time forgets
It's not as easily the mind forgets

Y'all know what I mean?

[Chorus x2]


[Verse 3:]
Drag you to Hell, I'm evil dead, you can call me Sam Raimi

These mother$#&@ers want a verse but they can't pay me
$#&@ a funeral home, put em in the sand maybe
Y'all are acting like you're big, like you're mad gravy

Y'all don't wanna beef with the god
Don't have the brain power to compete with the god
Y'all should retreat from the god before you get turned to meat

Something to eat for the god, peace to the gods
I carry heavy %#@!, big guns, John Rambo
I'm a spot Russia like Pakistani commandos

How you go to war when you're standing in sandals?
Now you're dead and your family handling candles
Don't even call for a truce, I'm about to end this

Whole mother$#&@er when I call for the troops
Reservoir dog walk with the troops
And I burn this mother$#&@er down to the ground down to it's roots


[Chorus x2]