Everybody Gangsta 'till a Necromancer Show Up

explosive take maker, shot maker my handles keep you off beat like the church bells playin easy to make somethin from nothin whats hard is makin somethin with substance im hustlin the same abuse that have a dead man prayin the same shit that got harps strummin like the beat of your heart takin long gasp in-between what the lords lamen the same cloth he layin, i aint it, voodoo but i practice for protection from satan say it, you know he is creation the lord never loved me but weighed upon me the same expectations im liable to say it, i hate everything i was given im not ungrateful but to say that i am would make me a pagan all i ever wanted was some money and a friend and a pretty girl to lay with in my bed because of all these trials tribulations come to pass my upside is low like an american stock market crash hold youngin, listen what im sayin, matchin majjin before you know him will have you flashin back buu, those dreams you had of a masked assailant, was a seance, a warning that admittedly i wouldn't even heed think the feeling of dbz, the younger generation wouldnt understand g before those feelings were lost a genocide was perpetrated and excuted like a Palestinian Jew they asked beerus for a planet Vegeta but this is all comin back to you i feel bad for you puppet to master who are trying to erase you but remmeber that dream, the one that we shared well, had you cared to, listen to my words, you'd a realized, ya mama put that mask on me to protect you from hurt to protect ya from pain to protect you from the tears on my face cuz what mama wanted you to know is she love me like i was her own son so son, when you feel this, that strike two dont let the third be a bare face showin no pity for you now that the journeys ended, i've reaped what i had sown all ya mamas love me and refuse to let me go you think that it was hard, well it was at the begining but now that you are gone ya mama feels like shes in heaven