I'm loadin' my pistol, I'm aimin' to kill ya/
With a hollow point tip that'll feel ya/
By rippin' your chest, a nigga was pressed/
For my guns, but a nigga straight picked ya/
So I send him straight to hell, his soul will dwell/
In the place of darkness, running in circles/
Bailin' with curses/
I'm givin' up no mercy for the test/
Your death was a fuckin bloody mess/
Shoulda seen his face when he hit the dirt/
Much hurt, bet it hurt/
For fucking with a nigga that put in so much work/
And my soldiers, we roll when the gunshot blow/
Won't play me no more/
I'm vendetta, you wonderin' why you fry/
You cross me wit that bull shit wack rhyme and you die/
like sleepy hollow put this nigga to rest...//