I came out the pit
With a hundred-round drum on my lap
All black with the mask
I pull up with the stick
Hillbilly backwoods motherfucker with the hunger for the come up
And we been in this bitch reppin' 252
Eastside, chicken fried from the guttah
With four hoes on my dick
Trench coat lunatic
Crucified in the crypt with a slit on my wrist

I've been praying for my luck to change
Looking all night for some strange
Cadillac creep up the block real slow
Got my heart bout to beat out the cage
Fuck a bitch boy, you a chump
Blow your door off with the pump
Face full of lead
Leak red on the bed
Rolled up in the back of the trunk
Already betting on never
Forever is bullshit
I can't stand the pressure
It's better to shred up my heart in a blender
So many bitches like I can remember
The blow on the table like it was December
Got my brain overloaded with the dopamine
Nothing flowing through my veins but amphetamines pushing out down the fucking demons that are inside of me

Me and KC just a couple dope fiends
Back at it like crack addicts
Rush on the scene
Two underdogs with their minds on massive dreams
We're taking the throne like we play for the Mavericks
Success at all cost, we'll deploy any tactic
Greedy as hell, dominate every facet
Won't lie down to sleep till they place us in caskets
Immortalized so we're buried in gold jackets
We're packing heat, always down to cause havoc
Go harder than a in both Goran and Dragic
Take over the game like we're Larry and Magic
Ingrained in our DNA, comes automatic
Could pop off whenever, my finger so spastic
You can take cover, the scope got you plastered
No escape route, it's too bad for you bastards
Aim lethal like Mamba and fadeaway baskets
Natural born killers out here cleaning clocks
We're disposing of all garbage rappers like trash men
Set the stage, we're the new kids on the block
Now erasing stale memories of wannabe has beens
Grew up with Triple 6, Mask and Da Glock
While we screamed Break Da Law
We Ain't Playin' with you maggots
So tired of corruption, we'll never be free unless we declare war on these pigs like Black Sabbath
I swear it seems my whole life I've been problematic
Stay drunk, and high, and spun
Oh, shit! That's a hat trick
I don't fuck around with chicks unless they're acrobatic
Got em in bed, legs stretching out like Mr. Fantastic
Breathing hard as an asthmatic
Love the way her body look in doggy
Oh lord, she a bad bitch
My dick hard, but my flow smoother than the spot where the back of a thigh connects to a flat ass cheek