Loaded CLips, hollow points Dat's my Game
DIs aint no dream it's real you'll die with pain
I'll let u come wit yo Machete n i'll juss aim
Catch Slugs thur yo mouth, yo eyes, n Brains

Soo Stick to yo Clothes and ice
I'm Darrk Sickest mutha fucka since Obie trice
My mind twists and turn's
n the Darrk i stand while i Load it n Burn
Leaving enemies on the floor Helpless in death
SPitting blood up n with whole's thur there chest
SO when u come down to Da dirty south make sure u wear a vest