(Verse 1) (Pimpin Killa X)

why do these online freaks think u have to be able to type to flow? fuckin geeks stay off da streets, u dont belong,
i act like nothins wrong but fuckin bitch be dissin my songs. Stop talkin crap, get off the keyboard and do a straight
freestyle rap. I do hardcore but maybe u could score if u learned a lil more but my attacks put you in fear me and act
and act like u never seen a whore. shit the world is fucked up, what can i say, fuckin if i was allowed i be blowin
shells out my gun all day. i might be a amisanthrope but bitch, it makes it all the easier for me to cut ur throat,
steal ur cote cuz im ghetto bitch, what can i say, if u dont wanna get fucked up, stay away...


(Verse 2) (Klepto)

We live in a fucked society/ where no one in their right mind would want to be/
Where the crimes are at an unstoppable variety/ but its all just 2 violent to see/
People bein shot for their shoes/ on one of the side streets of the schools/
Runnin with their guns out like fools/ rubbin blood off their hands at the local pool/
And the cops wanna question me/ like im a mother fuckin G/ searchin my house for weed/
When they know I’ve been clean/ and there’s no warrant to be seen/ see what I mean?/
It’s a fucked up society, a fucked up place/ where people just leave without a trace/
And where poor people have nuthin to embrace/ except for lil kids yellin in their face/
Land owners getting on their case/ where everybody has a can of mase/
And this is what we call a fucked up place/ where no one listens to officals/
Where people shoot off pistols like missiles/ and where gurls boobs are all artifical/
Conditional/ and where most peoples dreams are fictional/ or biblical/
But then they look outside and see that our society kills/