Verse 1 - Mic Trey
My pen talk while I pimp walk
And I ripping your limbs off a thin chalk I been raw. Born with infinite power sent to devoured any coward in a hour I murder them all. Here's the product the anabiotic ain't I psychotic spitting comets until you vomit just give him hummus I got it I promise I never stop it its knowledge a profit that's keeping it solid about it making a profit. Drop hits you would never imagine an assassin lyrically blasting with a passion my pad and pin is asking can I kill em I smash and THEN add a win to my hit list I'm at it again track ends. To you faggot Im letting you have it now it's habit that I'm at it, spitting sporadic that's automatic an attic a savage that's never average a classic we the baddest to grab it that would actually stab it until it's blood everywhere see the tragedy happen practically laughing magically smashing mad at me snapping now you sad at the rapping who in the hell said it would never will happen giving the action it's the captain. To far to quit now my bars are sick wow to large to sit down to hard to bitch out a star that spit styles in charge I lift clouds in Mars my shit loud it's out.
Chorus - The Culprit:
Ain't nobody here everybody gone never shed a tear you did nothing wrong though it might appear you did nothing right with your f****** life let me get the knife don't you run away stand in front of me man I want to play damn I love the way you geeking when you thinking to yourself let's run looking out for help to come I'm telling you there's no one, there's no one, there's no one, there's no one... No one left to hear your screams
Verse 2 - The Culprit
I'm calling from inside the house I see you right on the couch you think of hiding somehow you running fall on something awful Honey's caught in the debacle Is it wise to get out or what if all the long you ought to stay in like I'm about to say I'm not in the house I'm pacing waiting on the side if anybody come out they payin ain't no telling what truth and the lie is baby you going to die if you ain't moving goodbye b**** I'm all up in your brain diabolical the name (diabolical's the name) they calling me and saying psychological disdain (psychological disdain) talkin with the flame try to follow what I'm saying when I follow through what I got to do call it food when I BBQ all of you until...
Chorus - The Culprit:
Ain't nobody here everybody gone never shed a tear you did nothing wrong though it might appear you did nothing right with your f*cking life let me get the knife don't you run away stand in front of me man I want to play damn I love the way you geeking when you thinking to yourself let's run looking out for help to come I'm telling you there's no one, there's no one, there's no one, there's no one... No one left to hear your screams