Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to stay Roaches and locusts they cover me knowing they'll have to follow me in your grave Ain't got no protection 'cause I've been since the end of fucking times My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you're wondering who am I? I am the devil's son born and raised Preachin' suicide, googly eyes tell me more, okay? Praise the fuckin' devil, God can suck my dick, I scorch the place Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin' I'm the lord of the plagues Gold on my Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say Threatenin' swordplay, still the same name 'Cause the chip on my shoulder blades, 'til the court date Lil' plague make a forte, stick it with the gourmet Hot and bored Against for war, we fight Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame with scores to say For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave For war, we pray Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow Walking on his tip-toes While your blood stay, we'll flow You know, mister typical Hearing the fucking voices through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no worries, just like Chuckie Cutthroat got the blade and the knife Made that rise for the young Christ, never even died My father just forsaken, I I'm still $uicide until I die It's an eye for an eye Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out) See the reaper having a busy season Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin' It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil, like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people (mafia) Xanax evil Close to lethal Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!) Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah) Grew up a fuck up Load a nine up (fuck all this shit) My time's up, fuck