You're dead
This is a cult murder
Oh, shit!
Ay (yeah), bitch, my shooter illegal (uh-oh), my chopper illegal (uh-oh)
I might kill his people, yeah
I-I-I-I'm so fucking evil, what I do is private
What I do, I do not speak of, yeah
My-my shooter illegal (uh-oh), my chopper illegal (uh-oh)
I might kill his people, yeah
I-I'm so-, I'm so fucking evil, what I do is private
What I do, I do not speak of, yeah
One strap in the back, two straps in the trunk
Strap on me get that boy head shrunk
Blade in my hat like shaolin monk, yeah, oh
When I left-, when I left his body stank like a skunk
Fuck what that bitch say, I'on give a fuck
Fuck that lil' bitch, say what I want, yeah, oh
I-I-I-I move them straps straight out the South
Choppa gon' flood the room, he gon' drown
I'm in this ho, I swear it's goin' down
I'ma take so many souls out this Earth
Before I ever, ever think of goin' out
Can't nobody take me out
Can't nobody match my account
There's so much blood on the floor
I walk in the room, this shit too loud
Shit too-
Y-y-you're dead
Ay (yeah), bitch, my shooter illegal (uh-oh), my chopper illegal (uh-oh)
I might kill his people, yeah
I-I-I-I'm so fucking evil, what I do is private
What I do, I do not speak of, yeah
My-my shooter illegal (uh-oh), my chopper illegal (uh-oh)
I might kill his people, yeah
I-I'm so-, I'm so fucking evil, what I do is private
What I do, I do not speak of-
Slow down
You're moving way too fast (slow down, yeah)
Come back down
And you will see the truth, at last
The sky is made of me, the stars are made of you
Love is in the air, there's nothing we can't do
The sky is made of me, the stars are made of you
Love is in the air, there's nothing we can't do
You're
You're
You're
Y-y-you're dead
