Convicts, it's the convicts
Testing one two three, we come
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is d**h season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is d**h season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everytime I breathe I feel like they're k**in me
It seems d**h my only way to my destiny
You see crazy the boy that go against my rap
I'm like Moses when I strike down my staff
See my wordplay is like arts and craft
And my gunplay will blast any Babylon in my path
Win, lose or draw, the bloodiest bath
Fifth to the fist is the cruddiest jab
Ever seen, pocket stays ever green
Like Christmas trees I dismiss these
Fools slide, close my eyes, lead the blind
Decapitate you, ease your mind
Haitian homes, lethal lines, it's my time to shine
I resurrect like Lazareth, baby I'mma cancel d**h
Got to survive in this main maniac depression
f** y'all, 'scuse my expression
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is d**h season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is d**h season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Ticky ticky tock on my golden hen
She layin next to this gentlemen
Sometimes Glock 9, sometimes Mac-10
Hooooo...
You see whenever she lay down she co*k an alarm
co*k co*k co*k, co*k me lay down
Time to lay low (time to lay low)
Time to lay low (time to lay low)
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Let me tell 'em, yo
Aiyyo this life ain't for livin it's for fightin' wars
No matter what the truth is, hold on to what's yours
Never forget the day they crucified Jesus Christ
And the day they turned their backs on the civil rights
Lyrically, we trained to a**a**' y'all
Stash flat irons, thinner than plasmas
Cardiac arrest, give a big man asthma
Run for ya life if you think you got stamina
Caught an ounce of lead, watch how Babylon spreads
You know the type that'll run to the feds
Never ran, never real cop Port-au-Prince
It's an avalanche, homey you don't stand a chance
... ants in your pants
You wanna rock, these bullets'll make you dance
Homies thought I'd be driven away in a black hearse
But the first shall be last, the last be first
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin (build a coffin)
Today is d**h season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin (build a coffin)
Today is d**h season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock