Lose Control

They gon' talk a lot Let 'em stir the pot until it blows B**** I been prepared When them tempers flare I lose control Man I swear to god And I swear to god I ain't no h** We don't play no games B**** I play for keeps I'm taking souls Split your shish kabob Load the glock go bang and leave a hole In your f****** dome I don't f****** know I crack your skull Keep it on the low I be making bread I'm making dough My accountant knows We be counting M's I'm counting O's O's The life I chose I been in my bag been in my zone So tell them hoes It's time to go that case is closed Baby adios Let shorty know my heart is cold now Leave the b**** so quick her head was spinning Merry-go-round I got to slow down But don't know how I'm so wild My-My trigger finger itchin' Like a b**** I put a full round Into your dome you're six below down In the cold ground Father please forgive me 'fore I knew not what I know now This is America 2nd amendment'll bury ya Barrett fifty cal Or Derringer Causing hysteria In a whole lot of areas There ain't a whole lot of variance When it comes to my arrogance Don't got a care in the world Man so long as I'm f****** a beautiful girl Then I'm very gregarious Turn on the news it's hilarious Give a f*** about your problem dog Dem p****** need some Tylenol Not when I'm involved My music's spreading like a violent cough No I don't give a f*** if you ain't like this Regret to say I'm here to stay so it's a crisis They gon' talk a lot Let 'em stir the pot until it blows B**** I been prepared When them tempers flare I lose control Man I swear to god And I swear to god I ain't no h** We don't play no games B**** I play for keeps I'm taking souls Split your shish kabob Load the glock go bang and leave a hole In your f****** dome I don't f****** know I crack your skull Keep it on the low I be making bread I'm making dough My accountant knows We be counting M's I'm counting O's I'm bad to the bone Bow to the king Back on my throne Countin' them chips Stacking' up dough lil b**** I'm always gon' be at your throat Lil b**** Never was supposed to count The poster child of rap As I hold the crown You mother f****** ain't close Better close your mouth And mosey out Before I gotta hose you down With the holy water Aughta Get slaughtered and go to father Obi-Wan It's only gonna grow me stronger Full Nirvana Told the Shaman That all life is cheap Like a bowl of ramen Falsify I talk in lies You're never cuttin' off the line of raw supply I always been an awful guy I cross the line A hypocrite Often times the loss of lives Is imminent But then again It's really doesn't matter in the end I give a f*** how many people Go and rallying up your men I'll get to shatterin' and batterin' And splatterin' cause ain't nobody f****** With our level And this caliber of pen They gon' talk a lot Let 'em stir the pot until it blows B**** I been prepared When them tempers flare I lose control Man I swear to god And I swear to god I ain't no h** We don't play no games B**** I play for keeps I'm taking souls Split your shish kabob Load the glock go bang and leave a hole In your f****** dome I don't f****** know I crack your skull Keep it on the low I be making bread I'm making dough My accountant knows We be counting M's I'm counting O's