Текст песни
please calm down
Send someone over here right now, and i don t want to have to hurt someone Place, about a bitch i buried
What seems to be the problem, dark visions in the smog when i walk with the dead
the grave ain t no place to be
Keep an eye on the vultures, hustla on the street
Never goin back to my muthafuckin casket, everybody history, about a bitch i buried
smell of dry piss covered the air
i m sittin in the cemetery
when i heard the voices say arise from the grave
Where exactly is he at, empty out the chamber Place, nothing left but memories
Came thru the dirt, but i m a thug motherfucker Ain't, keep an eye on the vultures
It s hard to calm down i don t know what i m supposed to do, but still i m a killa
To me it was right, safety runs thru the target if you test me psycho thug Dead, buried so long
But still i m a killa, can i help you, puttin holes in motherfuckers
Never goin back to my muthafuckin casket, would you go away
The grave ain t no place for a psycho thug killa, i got you creasin in my pocket like a folded up rap
Psychopathic on the glock, and i don t want to have to hurt someone No, old folks everywhere
listen to me
hustla on the street
the grave ain t no place
puttin holes in motherfuckers
psychopathic on the glock
There s a fuckin guy beatin on my door i don t know what i m supposed to do, came thru the dirt Homie, smell of dry piss covered the air
Can-can you hear that, please calm down, dark visions in the smog when i walk with the dead
blood and tears
but he s bangin
Listen to me, dashin off like a theif in the night
mashin outta control
My escape out the front gates, double barrelled sawed off pump Place, it s hard to calm down i don t know what i m supposed to do
Where exactly is he at, he s banging on the door
I ain t catchin a case, but he s bangin
Neighborhood drug deala, friends start to cry and you re one with the earth
Psychopathic on the glock, would you please
And i don t want to have to hurt someone, straight out the plot of my cemetery yard No, i had to end his muthafuckin life
Friends start to cry and you re one with the earth, he s banging on the door
Blood and tears, but i am scared ok?, buried so long
Dashin off like a theif in the night, please calm down
Break free again, feindin for the streets Grave, my rebirth was greeted my a police chase
And let it blow, locked away in concrete
embedded in my casket
Feindin for the streets, would you please Ain't, never goin back to my muthafuckin casket
Never goin back to my muthafuckin casket, locked away in concrete, came thru the dirt
Shared with the roaches, cuffs tight around the wrist cause i was bustin my chrome
can i help you
Hustla on the street, safety runs thru the target if you test me psycho thug