[Verse One: Speed on the Beat]
Demons in my closet, I once almost killed a man
Praying to the Lord that I never go that path again
These niggas keep pushing, then the trigger'll keep pulling
Until the dead rising, are left for dead (Bitch!) Son of Sam
Revive through my gift of God, then mow them niggas down again
I ain't gotta sell coke to know my shit supremo, fam!
What I do? Hella illegal, murdering all the people
Through lyrics, don't need bullets to make you niggas seethrough!
He knew, now he dead. And she knew, she give head
And THEY knew, what Speed said when I said bitch I got 'em
The papers don't understand, and the bloggers don't comprehend
Here's something you fucks'll get, just unhinged again! (Ha Ha)
Chainsaw Charlie, but for real with the knife tricks
Pray for mankind, 'bout to throw these niggas off the effin' bridge
Or maybe throw them off the roof. Man I know I'm uncouth
If you want to correct me for my grammar? Bama, fuck you too
[Hook: Speed on the Beat]
This that I don't give a fuck shit, That "what you niggas want?" shit
That niggas out of luck shit, Surf's up come and get it
Hammer ammo blammer shit, Banging on yo' handle shit
I can't stop shit, So niggas come and get it (x2)
[Verse Two: Speed on the Beat]
Demons in my closet, I used to rob niggas
We were homeless, ma ain't know, that I Steve Jobbed niggas
That's how I almost came up having to kill that nigga
It was him or me, and he was too slow on the mu'fuckin' trigger
I could've just let it go after one, but I had to go
And...let that shit go, nigga let that shit go!
I could've let him go after the first fucking blow
But I put the blade in slow, and again I started yo
Red on my face, red in my eyes
Blood on the leaves, and I ain't cry. They ask me why...
...the fuck are you so damn angry and anxious all the time?
Run this shit back, and now you know the reason why
Used to fear death, but now I fuck the bitch
But I still don't WANT to die, so I went and flipped the script
Elevated to new ground, but if you want to go and tempt me
I'll squeeze til it's empty in your belly!
I ain't invincible, but I feel like it when I do this shit
I lost it all and gained it back, ain't that 'merica, bitch?
You Lil' Duval niggas better back up before I let it rip
Tired of all these midgets trying to hop up on my fucking dick
Put out classic shit, that no-fi shit, that #S4817
When I die I know they'll remember me...
But until then, I gotta keep killing y'all niggas
Fuck this shit, I'm ready to get rid of all you niggas (bye)
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Dugee F. Buller]
G in the building, drinking all types of medicine
Cause you thought you were better than?
Big Buller, Big Body
Baby, runnin' through your lobby, sipping sake
Serenade the E-pill for cocaine dreams
Turned three hundred to a dollar and a dream
For the CREAM, everything moves around me for cha-ching
And the name? It rings bells like LL with a scheme
We gon' shine. You a peasant, it's a'ight. It's your life
Kind of crazy how these niggas never seen prescriptions
Screamin' that they terrorists off on a mission
They lying over cheaters, trying to defeat overachievers
With garbage reefer, and wash the box
They need to stop, they need to stop!
That ain't fresher to persistence when your intuition's kicking
Rage, hellfire, brimstone, tombstone
No pepperone, no chaperone, your home is blown and rubble
Rumble in the Jungle for the mighty...hunger
