text: Where you gonna go?
  Where you gonna run?
  Where you gonna hide?
  Nowhere, cause theres no one like you left!
  Thats right...
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping
  Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping
  Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Evil spirits takin over, now they runnin through my head
  Telling me, grip that fucking gun
  Telling me, pop that fucking lead
  Its a bird, its a plane—no, its Satan in the flesh
  Im that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death
  Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
  Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
  Im that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
  Graveyard livin, murder itchin, dont be superstitious
  Demons got my back, I dont even fight it now
  Black magic, voodoo power
  $uicides exciting, now see?
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping
  Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping
  Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Id rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
  Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin like a Velociraptor
  Pull, pullin off the patch, but I aint takin off the fucking mask
  Heard em gasp, closed their mouth with the fucking gats blast
  Cant rap about a fine dimes ass no more
  G59 where the beasts signs fine
  Fuck a feast, Im fine dying
  Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime
  Aint got the time to die tryin
  Bitch, I know Ill die alone
  Either in a ditch or on a throne
  Either way, in a pit Im being thrown
  Everything is nothing, and Im fucking decomposed
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping
  Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin from this shit
  Glocks popping, bustas dropping
  Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—