V1: shoot up ur school Tell ya its cool Unleash a full clip On a crip Blow up a fag club Go to the pub kick a pug Uh rape a hooker Stab her and Put the bloody body in your back yard V2:My state of mind Isnt fine Its a criminal mind Not so kind Ah so much trauma 7 years old saw my mamma pop pills right in front me Broke my arm from falling from a tree Aint done shit She on my list for a hit Mental scars Not watched not even from a far No car Being dead broke Made me woke I shouldn't provoked Killing rhymes is how i Cope Call me crazy but my rhythes They Aaint lazy Every night i falla Sleep crying I aint fucking lying Its like the pain i felt is coming back And hitting me harder than ever Its Soul cold like Denver Crawled up in a ball From a building i fall The feelin Its just chillin Its killin V3: music saved my life It gives me power Like a killers knife The lyrics i slice Like a family of mice Live life on the edge Like it depended on a roll of the dice Im Jesus fucking Christ To be persise I dont need a producer to sound good Nor do i need a producer to sound hood Im writing beast song I am special I guess you was wrong all a long Fuck Killin through beats Like it was my meat Fucked your bitch Said it was a treat Spy on your mom from a bush Grabbed her hit her in the head and slit her throat And moelested the body after it was dead