Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Top down up in the Chevy, let me teach you how to whip the grain
Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame
Swerving corners in this jet
I'm on a quest to touch a hundred more before I lay myself to rest
Hand on the Glock, I turn the beam on, a savage on the ****in' run
The Unabomber wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs
Redrum, murder engraved inside of my mind
Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody inside
I can load and bust a hammer, hit the nail and crucify
Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine
Death note got a page with your name on it
Bullets flyin' to your head like a ****in' comet (Ho)
[Verse 2]
Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist
Purp smoke, gun clips, shootin' from the ****in' hip
Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder
Grip the chopper like a boulder, ain't nobody ****in' colder
Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic, strapped up like a dyke
Your bitch want the pipe, it's alright, I might hit tonight
I'ma end your life by the knife, you gon' pay the price
I'ma dim your ****in' lights and leave you hangin' by this tide
Telegraph inside your mailbox, it reads that you a bitch
Body-baggin' mother****ers that be thinkin' that they slick
*59 'til the death of me, I never shall repent
Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick
Top down up in the Chevy, let me teach you how to whip the grain
Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame
Swerving corners in this jet
I'm on a quest to touch a hundred more before I lay myself to rest
Hand on the Glock, I turn the beam on, a savage on the ****in' run
The Unabomber wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs
Redrum, murder engraved inside of my mind
Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody inside
I can load and bust a hammer, hit the nail and crucify
Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine
Death note got a page with your name on it
Bullets flyin' to your head like a ****in' comet (Ho)
[Verse 2]
Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist
Purp smoke, gun clips, shootin' from the ****in' hip
Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder
Grip the chopper like a boulder, ain't nobody ****in' colder
Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic, strapped up like a dyke
Your bitch want the pipe, it's alright, I might hit tonight
I'ma end your life by the knife, you gon' pay the price
I'ma dim your ****in' lights and leave you hangin' by this tide
Telegraph inside your mailbox, it reads that you a bitch
Body-baggin' mother****ers that be thinkin' that they slick
*59 'til the death of me, I never shall repent
Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick