tell the preacher to load his guns got us out here killing for fun killing bitchs like I got the Goosebumps I can give it to the haters for the fame n my bank account smoking 2 fat Blunts and there ain't no way out and I Don't Need No Way out tell the preacher to load his guns nothing here is for fun God bless the haters in the loved ones give me the money or give me time lost in my Wicked brain cocaine destroying my brain heart Fuller rage memories of cold cases