Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out I think it's time that you meet your maker We are too different, I'm real and you fake it If I do want it, I see it, I take it Every night thinkin' it's good, but she fakin' Every day I will up it then vanish I see the planet, I'm takin' advantage Zoom out and find out that we are the cancer Fuck all the banter, put up your hands and Tell me that you do not quite understand it Why am I like this? Why do I like this? Bitch, you will listen' and bitch you will like it King of the bats, sit back and I'll bite ya I'm not the type to ride with my lights up I like it darker than night when I light up Creep from the D-19 Servin' and lookin', I'm 'bout to come find ya Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out