Good night!
Sleep tight!
Don't let the dead bite!
Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the four-door
.44 and it's pointed at your window
Ain't a good shot, here come four more
Getting hot so I play in the snow
In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things
See the dead on the cover of a magazine
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines
Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies
Oh God, I think I lost it, oh no
Lost some, wanna watch the rest go
A mad man when I'm mixed with SoCo
And who would've thought a man could sink to so low?
Who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby
All you fake bitches are just another hobby
And I'll let you dig where I dump your body
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I got something that'll blow your mind, mind!