Born Killer

i'm a born killer
your face to face with scarface
you try to isolate but that's a muthafuckin waste
your school's fucked up g
and your momma shoulda warned ya bout a nigga like me
cause i don't eat and i don't sleep
save that muthafuckin flack cause talk is cheap
better, since ya got beef, let's take it to the streets and i'm a bring it to yo ass g
i'm comin from the heart son
and i don't take no shit, but i'm about to start some
which one of you hos wanna jump?
if ya got static, then get it off yo chest punk
cause i ain't barrin none
if you're feelin lucky, then go ahead, get you some
i ain't with this fuck shit
if you're waitin to trick than get your ass in your truck bitch
cause i'm about to square it off
hit your ass in the chest with a tec and try to tear it off
send you back to mommy in some plastic
and have the bitch out huntin for a casket
i'm all the for real Atilla my milla
i'm a born killa
killa, born killa, don't fuck with me.
my momma did her part
but it ain't her fault i was born without a heart
in other words i'm heartless dude
i don't love me, how the fuck am i gonna love you?
that's right, you guessed it
i'm legally sane, marked manic depressive
i'm takin all types of medications
to keep me off the mood of premeditatin
yo, the longer i'm alone it's worse
i'm havin thoughts of killing me, but i'm killin you first
my psychiatrist talks but i don't listen
a victim of society, fucked by the system
my whole life's been a seesaw
i'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow
right now i'm even more upset
some shit done happen to me that i don't think i'll ever forget
you think i'll let it die but i ain't
it ain't cause i don't want to, it's because i cain't
imma getcha but i ain't goin in to it
cause ain't nothing to it but to do it
see it ain't no sweat to me
cause in the first place you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me
i'm not your average dealer
i'm a born killa
i'm a born killa, don't fuck with me
now i'm livin where i can cause i'm homeless
can't make important calls cause i'm phoneless
i ain't eatin i'm starvin dude
i can't go to mama's house, cause mama's starvin too
better grab that twelve gauge
cause that's the only way a nigga's gonna get paid
i'm on my way to my old bank
they know me real good and they don't think that i'd gank
had my gun in my trenchcoat
"now get yo ass on the floor!
and don't think bout pushin that panic switch!
i'm gettin paid, and you're gettin killed bitch
take notes to the lessons i gave ya
you're dyin ho, and can't nothin save ya
i'm doin bad so i'm goin bad
and you never respected that from Brad
but there's a lot things that's pressin me
and i ain't that nigga to let a mortredresser be dressin me."
so i'm comin out wit it
a hundred thousand in the case and i'm comin out grinnin
but the shit didn't flow smooth
cause security guards had to run and pull a ho move
he reached for his pistol
the ten gauge went (boom), i heard that muthafucka whistle
hit em in his chest
"now which one of you muthafuckas in here wanna die next?"
nobody made a move
and i got away smooth
and that's how it is nigga
i spent a couple nights but i'm still a born killa
i'm a born killa, don't fuck with me