Lyrics

[Hook] I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you [Verse 1] I know you wish I was dead form the shit I be makin' up Reality's nightmare, dead men don't wake up In and out 'cha mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness I'm heartless and regardless, the wicketness, I'ma spark dis Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't know me I'll slit ya fuckin' thoat plus the murder I wrote Daddy will blast for me, wicket catastrophy Whenever I scribble my name on the wall in grafitti I take from the rich and I gives to the needy Punks don't know my steelo man I rock up a kilo My understandin' is zero plus I'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, well bitch A young nigga sittin on ammo plus I'm rich The fallen angel strangled several N-A-T-A-S got federal Fuck the radio and public broadcastin' Timothy McVeigh need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin' respect Judgement Day in my god damn tape deck [Hook] I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you [Verse 2] I'm the wicketest demon Ever bless the microphone As I spit this curse I watch ya brain burst, it gets worse Nigga what the fuck you thought? For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught Can't understand the spell I cast to the mass I make a young nigga blast if I give 'em the task I got mass hysteria in America And in your area, I'm bringin' the terror [Pre-Hook] On devil's night, I'ma watch ya city burn [Hook] I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you I'm comin' for you