pam pa ra ra
any die
if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
four score
seven bullets
take you outdoor
darkness frightens you even more
i'm here to enlighten you
with the hardcore
bring it raw
like the red
dead meat
in your plate
and i'll fill you up with the energy the hill create
i gets sticky
like a green bag of the bomb diggy
now i'm fuckin with your head
and you realize that it's tricky
got you paranoid
feeling the void
you can't take it
the reward bein destroyed
freakazoid toy
with ya mind
all styles deployed
you find danger
in the stranger's eye
the killin comes second nature
your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out
hear you callin out
for help
and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself
crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
i'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
boo-yah!. come on
motherfucker
pam pa ra ra
war pigs
you dig
see kickin out mr. big
take a sip of wine
engage in a battle of the mind
you feelin the force
meant for remorse
right from the source
your head is
gettin fucked and i'm skippin the intercourse
behold
the mic horse
you're takin a loss nigga
got the nina ross
don't need no cross
my fuckin paper
chaser green bag gladiator
terminator weed germaniator
the greater the risk you fuckin hater
hit you with the pyscho beta
clickin the fader slow
with the hi-lo
servin the blow
who got the glow
dead men tale no tales
you fail to see the reason
i'm easing to squeeze the trigger
go figure
it's killin season
nighty-night
mothafucka
pam pa ra ra