Call me a murderer  Motherfucking killa  High off that bong  Kill Cali thrilla  Though you can't kill a g  Let alone see a g  Killn' motherfuckers in the first degree  Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine  Tryin' to make my bail  Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind  Fool it's that doja shit that's on hit  Makin' suckas sick  Playa hatas wanna trip  Then I gotta get my glock  Watch these suckas flocke  Watch these suckas flocke  Stay off my jock  If I catch a fool who's out to get me  Off with the head  Like a chicken with no wings  Cook his ass up  Feed him to my pit  Cause I'm sick  With the shit I spit bitch made  I can't fade silly bustas I hate  Take him to my dungeon  Decide their fate  Wait 24, the next night I go  Back to the place  Where the lost souls rome  Get up real close  Look eye to eye  See fear of another  Waiting to die  I still don't give a fuck about death  Killin' fools just for fun  Until I breathe my last breath    Darkness lurks through my mind  It's hard to find a light  I'm a killa so I can't be kind  Frite night every night  For a sucka punk motherfucker  Kill him slow  Like a rock to a clucker  Bustas recognize look me in the eye  And see death  Step into my game without a ref  I bless you with the dose to your tongue  Make you see visions of death  People hung  I come from the dungeons of doja  Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth  And explode ya  I should be dead  Talkin' this crazy  But there hasn't been a sucka yet to fade me  Maybe I'll return  Resurrect myself  Come back and take away his health and his wealth  Causes his family drama  Give his ass trama  Let them playa hatas know that I'm a   Crazy lunatic that's back from the grave  Take him to my dungeons  Make em all my slaves  I don't have no love  My mind is full of hate  When I know I'm goin  Murder damn I can't wait  But I keep calm to do my job right  I know in my mind some suckers die tonight  I might let me live  Let him live in fear  But I never let it go pass the fucking year    People come to me, ask me if I'm sick  Yes I'm crazier than (??)  Bustas don't you trip  Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up  If I catch you slippin' fools I'm choppin' your fuckin' ears off up  Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass  Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed  Breakin' aint thinkin' it hard test  And if you get away, that doesn't mean shit  Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your heart  And laugh at cha    im comin sick with the shit man  I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic  Rippin' up bodies (yeah)  Kill them like molly  Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a bacadi  It's gonna be a murder at midnight  Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right  Motherfucker....gone      ______________________________________________________  Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com