Pull The Trigger

In slow mo imma break into yo back door
With the mac oh shit ready to attack
Ski mask all black with my mac eleven intact
Bullets comin at you like a motha fuckin train on a track
Betta be watchin your back
Crypt1k do not play and bitch you know that
Smack you with the bat while you down low
Beaten on the floor
Bleeding while you beg for no more
Bitch im stone cold

Feel the wrath of the devil bumpin heavy metal on another level
Never will i settle for a snake bitch
Put the pedal to the medal im a fundalmental rebel
Bustin these motha fuckas
Leave em limpin, stay pimpin
So cunnin, no point in em runnin
Im gunnin em down till they nothin
Sacrificing all these bitches like it is a culling
Turn you into motha fuckin nothing

(chorus)
Got the gatty and the blade tucked tight
In the night bitch i be ready to fight
Contaminated with unholy might
Sharp teeth yeah bitch i bite
You shall see no light
Pull the trigger hoe yeah yo trigger finger slow

(second verse)

Never gonna give a motha fuck about a mother fucka runnin up on me
Imma hit em on they back with the bat before they see me
Gonna break em and take em and lay em on the concrete with no teeth
Stray from the way and to your own dismay
You will suffoacate in decay
Stray from the path and then follow the trail painted black
You shall never see the light of day again
Just like that
Make em break and take a mothafucka life in broad day
Bitch i come and i fuck it up before they even look up or duck
Whats up
Never really gave a motha fuck
And i damn sure never ever gonna give one
Cryptik creepin out the fucking dungeon with the switch blade ready to kill just for fun
Evil motha fucka with the black goatee, gonna chop up all my enemies when i put them to sleep