You need me to peal ya banana? Rock the bandana?   Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out   Witcha momma. While you play witcha baby dolls and   Pajamas, don't letcha moms getcha brains blew out   Wit' the cannon. I know you scared. Oh you scared   You scared. I know you scared. Oh you scared, you   Scared. Check this out...      It's about time you turned this off   'Cuz I'ma go and get my sawed-off   And drink some fuckin' Smirnoff   And blow ya fuckin' head off   So much blood can't get the red off   You're better really dead off   Say the wrong thing can set a war off   Like Hitler, Adolf   It's a thin line between showin' love and settin' hate off   Pushin' powder for power, takin' cream from cowards   I would hate to not clock every hour   Something wicked comes this way-off   So you better pray-off   For another day, if not you might be shot   Wit' the AK-off   Die when the bullets spray off   Jesus Christ, you begged for ya life twice   When the mortician embalmed ya body he took ya ice   In the coffin people often said you looked nice   Witcha Royal Blue suit on, half ya face gone   It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up   Evil that's still in these streets still won't allow me to put the K up   When the dope don't weigh up, these bitches wanna lay up   All in the D Spot and get the streets hot      The narcos roll around here lookin' for the crooks   The hatas live around here give me dirty looks   I heard some hatas plottin' wanna kick my door in   'Cuz I gots more ends then all of ya hoe-ass kins   Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadly   And murder's on my mind inside my musical medley   And I      (Chorus)   Skydive, just to stay alive   Maximum overdrive, some don't survive   I need some 'Therapy' but ain't nobody helpin' me   These bitches think I'm crazy   I'm fallin', I hear the demons callin' [2x]      Callin' my name, steady beggin' for change   Don't blame me for Russian Roulette when you started the game   Dead men don't sing, ain't no heroes in Hell   So you walk the bloody trail, either dead or in jail   I'ma bless you but you should pray for me   'Cuz I be doin' wicked shit on the daily   Suicidalist, the suicidal recital   The U-N-H-O-L-Y be my muthafuckin' title   Murder rappers and combat so homicidal   I'm the center of the universe   I burst worse, I shoot first   When I do dirt you cursed   Last ride in the hearse   The preacher kicked the last verse   He told everybody gather around   If ya mind is lost, may your soul be found   If a bullet took away somebody you really loved   I see ya blessin's comin' down from the Heavens above   'Cuz I      (Chorus)