now i grew up on the motherfucking east coast cause of my rhyme scheme all these groupies wanna deep throat looking out the peephole paranoid blunt to the dome death is knocking at the door like i invited him home anybody talking shit can take a bite of the chrome my own motherfucking mind got a mind of its own i m rolling the zone i ve been into killing myself nobody willing to help i wish this feeling would melt i ain t talking masturbation but i m feeling myself lyrically pillaging villages burn em down to the ground don t make a sound put the money in the bag turn around my thoughts they running wild kill a hater with a smile any hard working job take practice groupies in the mattress do it for the ratchets hit the l and puff puff pass it ash it enemies in caskets make em disappear like magic poof any critic talking shit they can eat a full clip i mma make em disappear like poof if you wanna take a risk you gonna have to meet my clique they gon make you disappear like poof if you bringing out your chick she gon end up on my dick i mma make her disappear like poof if you wanna take a risk you gonna have to meet my clique let them make you disappear like poof fuck a hater fuck a critic get your paper keep it pimping i m flipping zips of the chronic and rolling some up like sonic i m vomiting on a comet a kamikaze with problems emotions keeping them bottled these dutches is getting hollowed cause tomorrow never promised those never honest i m toxic atomic mixed with osama bin laden i m bringing drama these choppers killing these coppers i m higher than dr spock i m notorious mixed with pac i m putting on for my city i putting on for my block pull a trigger kill a fuck boy hiding out who i be smoking in the cut boy haters talking shit then they aflac duck boy shit but i don t really give a fuck boy 