We on that dumb shit
We on that dumb shit
We're fuckin' ready, so pull up and get your throat slit
We on that dumb shit
We on that dumb shit
Six deep guaranteed when we hit a lick

I need that oxy kind of sloppy for a workin' bitch
I seen them fields full of poppy, but I plead the fifth
Them 62's hit the ground before you feel the pinch
I hit your momma for that 40 when she off the binge
I'm just a fat piece of shit with a drug habit
She said I gave her that dick like she never had it
One day I'll end up in a room all white-padded
Don't have to bang 'cause all my goons got them automatics
Six feet, spoiled meat
Face full of maggots
Six shots, red dot on a fucking ratchet
Six feet, spoiled meat
Face full of maggots
Don't have to bang because all my goons got them automatics
I can feel the darkness comin' from beneath
Got a lot of stress on my mind you can't see
Drop the fuckin' bomb, end all humanity
Got the 45 by my side, best believe
Grindin' on my teeth from the anxiety
Sign my fuckin' life to the society
I don't give a fuck if you can't even see
That this world is just a fantasy

They say I'm polarizin'
Dark shadows trail close behind me
Thanks to DJ Paul and Lord Infamous my flow hypnotizin'
Can't escape the criticizin'
Thoughts lately been indecisive
Should I be a role model or give my soul to Aphrodite?
Pretend to be someone worthy of the public idolizin'
Can't remember yesterday
Probably from the dope inside me
Chemicals metastasizing
Anatomy amplifying
Making peace with yourself and accepting fate is tranquilizing
I am immaculate
It's just a habit, get
Prepared for war
Big Mike rolling with savages
I got dope boys on speed dial sendin' packages
Can't get this girl off my mind like a fanatic
Keep comin' back for more
Must be a masochist
I should slow down, but it's hard to be pragmatic
The control over me feels like it's black magic
She's even haunting my dreams
Now, ain't that a bitch
Maybe my best move might be to claim abstinence
Deep down inside the desire is ravenous
I could stop and walk away
That'd be blasphemous
Even though my thinking slowly turns hazardous
I wonder when I'm gone will they be sad or miss?
I've been back and forth like Jesus of Nazareth
If I look back, should I even feel bad for this?
All the tears you have shed feel me with avarice