nail in my coffin and I don't need another one Quit being a nail in my coffin and lord knows I ain't ready yet Quit being a nail in my coffin and I don
exploder Inside the Range Rover Load the six-stain holder Lay you and your dame over Banging your main soldier 'Till my aim strain my shoulder My rap
magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill
is where I left her Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb Call the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is done Hook [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] People all up in my head, put my
magazines To the West, my niggas, to the West To the West, my niggas, to the West To the West, my niggas, to the West We the best, my niggas, don't
man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz still plottin (plottin) tryna take my
as I drain Sunken eye, a twisted spine a whiter shade of pale Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails Inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs
by the blood of the moon Driving forward, falling towards impending doom Intoxicated by the blood of the moon I've driven in the final nail into my coffin My head is killing
him snug and straight In the little coffin he picked hisself with the dinky silver plate And I came nigh near to shedding a tear as I nailed him safely
in hand, ran up on Green Lantern, he almost shit in his pants (Damn). Raise the white flag, I'm chargin up the hill, nail in the coffin, I'm inpossible to kill
know my skin tone It's time to rumble, no time to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble Playin' ball with killas, my team's gorillas
the mic down You should be out killin motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch Slap my
