Warlord X

I wrote my suicide letter in a thank you card
Sent it to God... told the motherfucker it's on!

Somebody better call a doctor
Cause I'm off my fuckin' rocker
I been shakin' in the corner
Gettin' high and drinkin' vodca
Pass that motherfuckin' rock up to ya papa
Imma chop a little off for everybody on the block
Cause I'm a killer with no time to fuck around
Youngins fallin' to the ground
I buck 'em down with the AK
Bitch I'm from the town where that thing spray
Motherfuckers runnin' eight ways
Tryin' to escape fate

See you runnin' in my hindsight
Fuck a drive-by
Walk up with a Glock cocked
Take ya life right quick
Blow ya top off like this
Pop pop bitch
(that's what you get for talkin' shit)
Psycho with a rifle or a sicko with a pistol
Whatever you wanna call me
I get honory with the shotty
Everytime I'm feelin' naughty
I go out and catch a body
Four or five inside the ride
When we get six, now that's a party
Motherfucker