Certified

Step into the mind of a certified Skit

Koji is a killa that graveyard fill up
When I'm runnin' through the city
I'm the king of the village
Two-scoop crew thats straight gorillas
When I jump up in the booth there ain't none realer
187 homicide leave no witness
Cuz I'm killin' everybody when I speak, so vicious
King Koji in the cemetery, he's so twisted
And my wrist still slit but I need no stitches
The psych ward know that I need, prescriptions
It's in my head but it seems so vivid
I hear those voices and see those visions
I can't ignore them when they come visit
Can't nobody tell me nothin
Cuz no one ever gave me shit
No handouts, no fronting
No discussion with a certified skit
Koji

Step into the mind of a certified skit

Cudi he a killer he a certified hitter
I put you in a grave make you dig it yourself
Koji my nigga that's my motherfuckin' nigga
He gon' pull the damn trigger to the last damn shell
We'll come get ya don't make us come get ya
We'll come split ya like a damn shell
We'll smoke you like the wax on a nail
Send you to hell, come home and inhale
Come home and inhale get blown like a sail
Its strong you can tell by the way that it smell
Smell like a skunk high and I'm drunk
Body in the trunk bout to take it to the dump