hit 'em kill 'em shoot 'em dead
merkules
ice on my neck and it's cold as the fridge
these demons inside of me trynna escape
get the fuck off me 'cause i need some space
the voices keep tellin' me
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets
i let the rifle blast. first i sigh and gasp and then i light the match
i'm taking to many prescriptions got thirty six in my mouth again like i came in from emphins
i'm in your face at the dentist
i'm at the table with winners and now the scope got a lens like i'm taking a picture
ice on my neck and it's cold as the fridge
these demons inside of me trynna escape
get the fuck off me 'cause i need some space
yo. rap sort of lambo in the garage
they get blown like cigars
cash flows goin' harder than the homies on the yard
the block's takin' the order
welcome to hell's kitchen
it's on a scale where yourself with
i slang salt water to a beach
i put a chopper at the sea
getting dollars like a mitch
gotta constantly make casket for these rappers on my dick
the voices keep tellin' me
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets
i can't never stay sane. but you know that i'm the illest in my whole campaign
shots rang through the window of your whip. yeah
bullets filling up the clip
got the pistol on my hip like brrrrrrhhhaaaaa
like the beef in the freezer
you just tough on screen like deniro in the city
where i'm from i'm a motherfuckin' hero
i'm still good in the hood like my hands are clean and i'm known to cash buddies like a trampoline
gasoline in the truck if these cats want beef
let the lions out the cage
put the fire in your face when i'm lighting up the stage
ice on my neck and it's cold as the fridge
pull out the pistol. bitch
pull out the pistol. bitch