Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
's For years all that, how can I not be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With
His life, He sacrificed (He gave His life, He sacrificed) Just to save my soul (Just to save my soul) Come on ya'll I know the Lord (I know the Lord
be there for you He will never let you down And I believe in that 'Cuz I'm a living witness to this, y'all 'Cuz without God my life would be nothin'
out there rapping, ready for the war, and end of the nights, but blessed, I'll be blasting enemies testin'. Watch out for my friends. (Wish): Bet I
I'll be blasting enemies testin'. Watch out for my friends. Wish: Bet I got my friends, bet I got my dog, bet I got my Bone, yeah. We straight up
triggers Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet to my gut for Shoot up your cuz for And nigga you
like a stepson No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers Who diss that who
nigga to be played with, Different stages, way back in '88t, Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake, My voice was felt, when my feet hit the
in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed [Voice] SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing Then I let you witness
m a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, bitch [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my
shit Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch Spectators always have the best time When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord
is the man who listens to me Watching daily at my gates waiting at the posts of my doors For who shall revise me for his life and obtains favor from the
a stepson No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers Who diss
friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the
Uh, young Christ Our father I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas Bodies get hard soul touch the sky Numbers gettin' called God shut my eyes
but God So Lord knows we could get it on Guns baptized guys testing my pride Clearing my conscience in the liquor store With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be
so on so now I'm a embryo Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months Chillin' with my mother to guide me And nuttin' but a stomach