Killer

Kill motherfuckers, leave em without a pulse

I told my bitch she got the wrong juice I like with some pulp

Snort enough coke to get you motherfuckers cross the coast

The Cosa Nostra business, through nostril candy and needle dope

Need a couple reasons to get it poppin' with evil hoes

Did a show down in LA, sent one of my Mecha clones

Keep that double barrel tucked that Omar Little

Big eagle walk with a limp, just like T.O.'s ankle

But still rackin' the numbers just like cartel pesos

Only angels up in the streets who ended up with them halos

This loose cannon exude damage, see this planet ain't big enough

How you want the truth but can't stand it