Crank

I feel like King Kong, snortin cocaine You can't fuck with me this is foreplay This is everything I told em I would portray They callin me a killa I guess murder is my forte. Never short change gotta get my money up Stacks in the duffel till I cant get the zipper shut If they tryin go to war I should wish em luck Cause all i fear is god so I could give a fuck And you will all fall victim to my plan If you lookin for answers get in the line fan Oh it gets hot in the kitchen hot as a cayenne But I can handle the heat hotter than Iran I am the man handin out toe tags Cause your life in my hands a throw bag I been in it since the minute didnt you know that? Plus I been waitin to go why should I hold back And no chance so the haters better bite down Get yourself in the zone for tonights sound If you wanna get the song cut the lights out We could do this right now, we should do this right now To all my people that belong in a padded room With a caution to the wind type of attitude All my dub heads all they see is blood red They ask about the old me i tell em that hes fuckin dead