hahahaha ay this the last song on my album haha y all know what s up this that s p c time but we gon do it a little different this year i got street military in the house my boy bko bizarre ay ay yo man i m just gon throw the mic up but whoever get it uh just handle y all business aw shit point blank threw the mic up somehow it landed in my fist 6 1 2 20 bitch i m the handed plus i m pissed ain t nothin change but the clips and some old chumps just got bumped off gave that axe some rest just sawed the barrel of my pump off time to flex again it s gettin close to the end damn i m vexed again more ignorant than a mexican hold up a second i got my second win slappin that university 1 3 done got his diploma 4 years of hard knocks walkin blocks leavin niggas in comas jack the nigga for some cheese then took the money from out behind straight soakin weed plus dead bodies uppin from aldehyde so i m mr sandman please bring me a coffin better yet bring 2 or 3 cause i be bumpin niggas off often then you ll ask yourself why psk 13 ain t never seen got away clean from the murder scene just me and my glock 17 i travel solo me and my timberlands with the steel toe i swing that axe then flow ho s trippin off these no doughs bitch i mma murderer ho so run for your life hide your fuckin wife from the twelve blade butcher knife sniper death occurs in a blur from the cyanide suicide battle cat lyrical purr they comin in thousands and kat he thinks no pity electrified blowin up street towns and cities evacuate no haste to race for the gates of hell ten niggas fail as i exhale the lyrical rhymes got yo ass in a vice now there s knives ten thousands bombs implanted in a homing device slice twelve mice with a sharp grain of rice wanted in hell for the murder of the anti christ klondike kat destroying all opponents and it blew up thirty galaxies then rebuild in one minute one rip from my claw grips new meat to gnaw disintegratin a world with a corpse and a chainsaw  it s the master and activist i flow styles accurate the shit i attack you with s so hard it have to hit cause i come aggin shit i can talk the talk and back the shit competition rappin done faced me slashed they wrists dbx can tap shit rip and repatch it from one sound of the snap kick gets me so high i m mad sick so fly like an eagle but i never could sing and shit i jet block swing and hit you slip into a coma whenever i connect mine keep from the tec 9 i ll make you respect mine put the pistol to ya head and explode in ya eardrum it s strictly routine i do that and make a bear run so here come dbx come dbx uh causin more destruction than tyrannosaurus rex uh so now you know i ain t the nigga to be fuckin with unless you got big titties and you suckin dick nigga blast your glock two times if you claimin that g and i ll be damned if you don t die bitch if you aimin at me break yourself while i take your wealth with this 211 jack g so act like you knew it s bl izz ack out them backstreets up on parole bitch and i ain t scared to go back cause that glock ll fry yo ass straight rock a bye yo ass lay yo head on my pillow and watch you wind up a goner cause that silencers real ho and i m gonna put you in a coma yo it ain t a common for a nigga like me to store a bag full of bodies in the back of my 94 explorer but you can call me the boogieman cause i be bumpin off these marks all the way to sugar land to the woodlands back to south park pullin out my glock now watch these niggas drop i m creepin through yo cut and everybody gets popped aggravated and frustrated i know you hoes hate it extra clips and one in the chamber bitch you can t fade it i m from the park the mothafuckin hyde park caught slippin get jacked in the heart of the mystic dark 1 2 3 4 5 6 i break bricks slit a nigga dick if he fuckin with the clizznick pistol grippin and whippin a nigga in the 94 ho s better surrender when i m comin through the back door don t ever violate or step in my corner take yo last breath bitch or slip into a coma best you don t even test cause i m feedin slugs to the test bullet wounds be bleedin and leakin blood through the vest look at all my missions i make crip walk decisions to take and you know any distance i ll break cops tend to get dropped like fly weight better get some cuffs and shackles cause i m just too rough to wrestle it ll take about 3 to tackle it ll take about 4 to gaffle nigga don t you know comin off some must and i just can t be stopped put part time cop in a lifetime box on his night crime watch if he pull me over and i m sober i might let him live if he pull me over and i m high that s gon get him killed fuckin with lil flea you will be dead and disposed of kill him in his sleep up in his bed cause it s no love nigga don t you know my life is through and then i don t give a fuck bout runnin up in yo house and bumpin you off and leavin ya stuck he done see my shit park and it s piss dark on yo fuckin corner us killers gonna leave you in a fuckin coma the killer klan organization military of the streets wasn t soft pharoah s the type to keepin his mouth closed since elementary straight bone head up as i walk dawn a hall of strangers eager to peak over the tallest wall of danger let me remind ya they ll find ya fuck offed in a field all for real i ain t got time to be playin right now son of a bitch i m down to kill and get away cause the bearface won t hesitate to come investigate so i best just break fuck stains call me the king of thugs and nigga that love to see ya die a murderous that i heard of bitch don t let me get hold of that fry cause if i do i m out of control ya see for nothin that all i be thinkin it s yo life you owe me i m a ignorant son of a bitch i been that way ever since the day my old lady spit me out her split see i don t give a damn about droppin lead and imitate his head cause after that i bust him again and make sure the nigga s dead take a look at this crooked aw man you are now bein introduced to the quickness of a nigga really i don t give a fuck nigga don t test your skill i mma eat em up beat em up cause he can t keep up better be no one to get rid of me a power drill style clickin it s inside of me better be no one finna be no one on this level that i m on a racin g it s a nigga k to the i to the d n a double p e r how you gon react i figure that you don t wanna be in the same room as me i mma clickin style changin rearrangin confused in the mind control a holder of a 9 comin at your number one contender hit him from the back did it in the way of a master well even he can t understand how wicked a nigga can get anyway come follow me i m one of the inventors of the next episode i mma fascinate remember the man with the skills the hand movements cause i m rulin enter the ways of a panther ask a mothafucka man i d never now i m back with this mothafuckin shit this nigga think it s a game but not test the click with a tat tat tat this shit never even stop that s why i m leaving yo i like to bust on a cop cause them mothafuckas tryin to play us like but i was one of them niggas that blast g with a tat tat tat you will slip into an coma cause you s a bitch and plus yo ass is like a goner that s why i click and i will never stop until i see the infrared on yo fuckin head dreads you bled it s real reality it hurts and you is in a coma will you reach the dirt bitch the night is my power that i must sleep is my weakness slipped into the coma out in the streets with no treatments so therapy hysterics is the reason people stare at me prepare to be guaranteed one of the many scared of me skulls and crossbones shouldn t have been frontin homes got a path for cappin domes snappin backs and castin stones caught in a sleepwalk y esto si e certo to los que me cruzan so los que de muertos murder the ones that cross me heard of the guns go off g best stop us now what imma do but when through cause i m knowin it s goin to cost me lookin out for the best of em then i ll have to shadow the next to grimm i could ve meant that within there s some things and you re done at the hand of a mexican competition gettin drove with a lyrical blow the holocauster grab the mic cause i don t wanna hear you no mo so you wanna know where my skill s at all around musician and intelligent i m pro black i m only playin terror tracks makin ya vomit those who wanna challenge are the dumbest becometh gather around and feel the whole diameter cut the circle in half with exact parameters mathematics allows me to retaliate numerically one by one they get a gun and still they flee they realize no place to hide on the earth so even jumpin back in momma s womb changed out did it and rebirth still and yet i rewind time cause i m dope flip like a reciprocal cause i m a kaleidoscope shift my attack in a devious mode rhymes deeply rooted not in spirit but i got ya soul yo bitch sucked my dick now don t you think that s a nice trick not half as good lend me yo ear and catch this ice pick alkatrazz is comin comin slowly for the night shift fuckin over cops and fillin they assholes with nightsticks it s kind of cruel some say that i m the devil s tool i m no ones fool i feel like bombin an elementary school i m having flashbacks of asscrack for punction walkin through class 11 years old grenades in my lunch kit a tasty morsel who knows what my cost will be i stay the masistic lunatic of black sorcery ring the alarm and alkatrazz will inflict harm won t be disarmed it seems i posses a devilish charm i seem to hypnotize my foes by the fear within by the time i m through they do my biddin with sinister grins i m known to laugh while others struggle seem to break in panic alkatrazz is labeled as satanic yo my overall meditative hypnosis is gained through daily carbon monoxide overdoses each word i write is like a rough caper they put my pencil in jail for tryin to rape a fuckin sheet of paper when i chant the most powerful man can t withstand the magic of a spiritual transplant twenty three years and nothin could stop me would ve been twenty six but it took mama three years to drop me it s like sex when my thoughts run over put a rubber on my pencil so it wouldn t nut in my folder suckas i beat you down then execute your wives my book has rhymes from past present and future lives lyrical masses smashes and crashes i keep havin flashes of volcanic ashes i swing and slap when i knock out a bum kicked so much ass in july that august was scared to come bitch i m called the tragedy so step yo ho ass back and beware of this mothafuckin fatal head crack bitch you ain t know i guess i should ve told ya that i m a killer ho and i ll run yo mothafuckin ass over but it s too late for that shit it s gettin serious i m droppin body after body and them laws get curious so i watch my back just incase of an emergency mothafuckas out there never heard of me can i rip this mic in half i ll slice your throat and laugh i m hard as a rock ho and sharp as mothafuckin glass so it ain t no stoppin this mothafuckin massacre don t try and outlast her niggas comin after ya hello it s dr feelgood but feelgood bitch it s worse than that six shots in yo back how you like that black most niggas they run up more niggas get gunned up pumps the fun up s p c fucked yo son up gettin yo staff that stash is to test the skill this yo chance to grants while buck that skrill i ain t no dog and if you wanna test then press yo luck that bulletproof vest can t protect that chest shit flex this pump bitch you better take heed i m rippin up domes so high it stanks i m smokin on danks so roll this thangs pumped up the mac s they comin out smooth bitch better keep yo cool damn well i m a fool comin out the if you fuck with me i mma put my hands on you even the ones that down i mma act like i don t know you all bullshit to the side kitty games i don t play and i m serious what i say i ll blow your ass away mothafucka i mma bear i roll solo or in packs born and raised in the ghetto deep up underneath the cracks so when i say i m solid best believe i m made of steel you can be paralyzed and still get a pack of shit they say you never feel oh shit is he real yeah hell yeah i m real clutch me better yet touch me and visualize a man that don t say much if shots got to be buck then they gon buck cause i don t play much intimidate suckas with the sound of my vocals but i don t get the props that i deserve cause i m local some people think i m crazy i ain t crazy i m just ignorant all my acts are premeditated but you don t dig it i stick it up your asshole far as i can push it the man i m talkin about couldn t be point blank now would it hell yeah it s me bitch you fucked up when you opened up your ear now you slipped into a coma and i wasn t even there but um my brother locked down for the moment and ice lord just got popped on the drop but i can t hold it the situations critical everybody lookin pitiful it ain t what you said when you dissed against the principle so for you all you clicks and you clans and you crews from the east coast to the west coast talkin bout you payin dues step into this mass and you gon catch a blast fuckin with this click and we gon bring it to yo ass nigga rahh yeah always say it s bring it to yo ass nigga bring it to yo ass