[Verse 1]
I mix it with a bit of baking soda
In this cracc sacc in the back pack before I make em older
I put em in the game, n***a I'mma franchise player
Put it in his brain, n***a, than a zen dilator
Roll in the quiet, I pull heavy metal when you can fry quick
Like sizzline, all I wanna know, is is he clean
If its not, it's right off the levy, smash off in a Chevy
If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty
In his brains and his guts in his baccseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot
Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot
From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Brock
Before I'm leavin em leavin you bleedin on yo blocc
[Hook]
Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
And too many live, when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it
[Verse 2]
I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got, beef
Believe me n***a I do blow hella n***as brains out
f**in wit mine, cuz what I do got, I got it while I was stuck on the grind
Carryin two Gloccs, gettin off these roccs, gettin my roccs off
f**in s*ut b**hes with nines and to the cops soft f**in stuff dicks in ya mind
f**in ya blocc off, n***a, f** you f*ggots, you n***as cocc-soft
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'll put ya brains in a trash compactor, I'm smashin backwards
And blastin at ya spot with the mac n
I gets to craccin like a bad hair gaskin
I'll take ya nuts, to ya momma in a basket
I don't give a fucc, touch em up quiccer than earl shine
Dip on that a** in the pearl white and then good night
Don't even fight, just let it go, and too many live
When they get hit with the technical, but I don't sweat it though
I'mma blocc n***a like C-Bo, make ya bleed slow
Jumpin over you n***as like I was Eval Knievel
When I hit that right strapped up, you G n***as betta bacc up, pacc up
Cuz bodies bout to stacc up, when the Maserati wearin blacc stuff
And I'm back in the cut, f**in it up, you young n***as betta wait yours
I'mma sicko psycho run in the house get so psycho blood type-O
Dancin with the devil with my hands on heavy metal, oh
On every level go, when I put the pedal to the flo
It's good night
[Verse 4]
Some say I'm sicca than syphilis n***a get the picture?
I'll rip ya spleen out and cook it and go have dinner wit ya
I'm sicker than head like Charles Michael than it takes, to get ya
To paint different pictures if it's in the way hit ya with the siccness
Get this n***a I'mma keep it gangsta
See you in the club and run up on ya a** then bank ya
Ain't the, n***a to be f**in with when I got revenue
If anybody got n***as that are roll by and pop you n***a Kevin do
I gots ta keep it that way, carry the outlaw like who is you?
I'm in grey and blue like I'mma Dallas cowboy
24 on my jersey hit em up by the 03
In the morning catch em stretchin and yawnin and stretch em out out on the line
n***as so dirty, I put em in trash bags and put em in the backyard
Like I was livin in Baghdad, I be givin n***as they hat back
And they heart in my baccpacc, and they guts and they nuts
And they intestines up in the Cadillac
Good night, don't even fight, I split that black flag
n***as got it mixed up like baking soda in a cracc sacc
Gotta get ya back cracced open, I'mma southside strangler
Creepin up in all blacc like Oakland I'mma be the thang in ya
[Hook x4]
Westside in tha house n***a