Too much evil, too evil From my eyes (yeah, yeah) Too much blood.... Spinning from my tough *2 The things that I do, The wrongs that I have done, Call me a sinner, But Never be a winner, Thinking about money fame Thing's to be claim My Tyas on a coner You can call me anaconda The wrongs that I deed Fornication, Na Coraption In a situation Never want to mention I still need more more More than a savage No you can imagine