[Intro: Charles Manson in an interview]
People want to buy their insanity
They don't want the truth
They want fear, they want violence
They want s** and d** and guns
They want that, that's what they want
That's the part of me that they, that they hate
I'm just gonna f** and k** and party until it's over
The world is coming to an end
[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild]
Fifteen, hammer tucked in this Levi denim
Stolen whip, these mean streets bleed venom
Broken home, no foundation, he's pretending
Life is good, he don't seem too threatened
Popping pills, smoking weed, just to ease his mind
Lost soul, all he ever sees is crime
Will he ever change? We will see in time
Run up the wrong way, you will see that nine
Money come money go that's the way he walk
He just know what he know and he crazy sharp
He stand alone, don't need anybody
Loves drama, mayhem, he aim with the [?]
Billy the kid, young gun, he's a gladiator
Ain't afraid of anyone, you can pa** the hater
Punks jump up just to get a beatdown
Box game crazy and he pull the heat now
[Hook: Crypt the Warchild]
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, d**h defying
Strictly business, you just shining
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, d**h defying
Strictly business, who can try him?
[Verse 2: Planetary]
Just turned 21, plenty guns in the van now
Two kids though, n***a gotta be a man now
He needs rice in the cabinets, pipe down his arrogance
n***a need to chill with all that gangsta sh**
But his brain been deranged for some years though
The more n***as sniff sh** the more he let his beard grow
Still fascinated by material objects
Still got that little a** room in the projects
["they talking"] He caught a body in south west and everybody know
But ain't nobody run they mouth yet
Still splurging, still irking the cops
Done tattooed his face and put work on his block
Sending threats through texts knowing that his phone's tapped
On some f**-the-world-sh** now his wife sit at home strapped
Praying they can see another day
Just got his pa**port, cause he knows the feds is on they way
[Hook: Crypt the Warchild]
[Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild & Planetary]
Life in the box results from a life of crime
He can't shake indictment, it all came in time
Federal charges, state wanna pick him up
Haters on the inside all want to stitch him up
Co-d's always changing up stories
Pointing they fingers, what happened to the loyalty?
King of the streets, what happened to the royalty?
Distraught father, not knowing what his boys gon eat
Wifey left him, she ain't no ride or die chick
She chasing all them n***as with that fly sh**
Ducking f*ggots while he's trapped in a steel cage
Tryna get in where he fits but he feels afraid
Claustrophobic, no mail, mind filled with rage
Tryin' to get his hands on a couple pills and pray
But when the lights go out and at the end of day
He asking God ”Why it gotta be this way?”
[Hook: Crypt the Warchild]