yo all i do is drop lethal yall know my peo ple verbally it s a massacre i m sharper then shanks up in attica choke them lethally till he suffocate lifeless but step into this shit that s priceless i cut the life force now i m on the right course i stifle those that pop shit but carry rifle triflin yet i m wise every murder s organized it s premeditated so brothers recognize no escapin the hell a coust pay your toll come across and watch me test my burner on a horse hom i ci dal i used the vital when i step to suck a cidal it all balls down to my recital no time to waste fill the bass i got ya head in the suitcase smilin while i m look at ya dead face the cause of death still remains a mystery it s a pity they caught me cause the source had to flicker me not at all tops the shame no external no blood stains sharp objects to pierce the brain i got enough dope for your veins and restrain hand cuffs and chains nuthin but pain nigga you better wreckgonize you bett er wreck gon nize nigga you better wreckgonize nigga you better wreckgonize nigga car los the base head is lurkin askin for change nigga constantly urkin ms elizabeth callin out the win dow to her husband joe nigga died a year ago and every day s the 4th of july with the sparks in the sky aimin at the gods as we get high what s your pleasure sippin on the booze and the cru s smoke the blunts the whole blunt nuthin but the blunt but the o heads in the pro jects hit the he ron dozin off in front of liquor stores through a p long don t know how to act sister eve go to church but she still smoke the cracks praise to the lord doin bad spanish kids across the bridge popin on that nes tabs go to the bar drop the yay yo sniffin with the lows all red lookin feyo and the ledge round the way yogi still smokes dust beetlejuice i guess that lesson wasn t delivered when chip and elah took that long walk in the river fuck a 95 we got the 9 2 5 s 3 8 10 2 4 4 s make a nigga hesitate that s if you don t know the date  in actuality violence is my reality some tend to talk me but to them it s just a fallacy true lies you kick your stories on the street now it s true listened twisted up and say it was you but me i m representin while my peeps puff herb superb dropin bombs like a boznian serb s my word it gets no deeper i bet the grim reaper while layin on my chest wish in i had worn a vest now don t ask why just wreckgonize my demise runnin from 4 5 s spark the drive by s long hot days in july the blood dries and the kid that didn t run is the kid who dies the body states of america filled with lies shorties runin and gunin in front of god s eye it ain t no surprise that the brain just fries due to excessive use of the get highs and i m that same nigga drinkin mi tie and we can t kick out habits no matter how man y tries living amongst the new world doin despise guys that don t give a fuck the just chastise but i rise see my mind s too wise catchin bodies with chip a bodies i have no ties hittin home runs while you hit pop flies don t mind the size nigga just wreckgonize 