[Hook] [Verse 1: Dylan Ross] My wall it is a pantry and my gun safe is my bedroom To end you I just have to pop my clip and proceed to behead you Nothin but lead is on the menu mane buts what's to blame Other than the actions of a braggadocios lemon lame I'm Boss Hogg in the game I'll rob you for everything This 9 I'll go straight through yo skull and disintegrate your brain cause I don't eat if I don't gain I bring the pain every time that I make a stang I gotta let the bullets rain and pound in yo head like some thunder mane I'm reaching for my mask and you know that in full of funk I gotta catch you in a dim lit street and let me bullets run a train [Hook] [Verse 2: Dylan Ross] I've resurrected the spirit of Clinton Brady so I know you fear the fact that he communicates through ouija boards and fog on the mirror I got this hatred in my soul and murder is my job and I can feel his presence coming on stronger every time I rock I have no love and so this 9 is what gets my devotion For me animosity is more of a God And less of an emotion I am the basket case familiar with the duckin' chase Talking sh** I load my clip and shoot you in the f**ing face [Hook]