I'm on a rampage been forced to look at darkness
Brought up being heartless
And with a gauge is how I'll guard this quietly I sit plotting
Hits like a lunatic waitin g
For a bitch to start some shit so I can hit 'em
With a string of bullets
Coming from a tech 9
Warned you not to test mine
And if you make it you'll know next time
That if you fuck with me I'm gonna get ya
And when I catch ya
You'll be a victim of the the call the body snatcher

Many claim to be a gangsta
But that gangsta ain't a gangsta
That gangster is a prankster yea a pranksters
How I rank yea at the sight of blood u hold ya
Stomach then your running hands over ya eyes
And like a ho ya start to vomit
But I ain't never backed up rack up as they sack up
And giggle and these niggas when they die while bodies stack up
Like I said before the DJ akshens my identity
A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
The judge'll try to sentence me to 10 I'll never blink
He'll change it say I'm psycho and just send me to a shrink
20 months I'm in seclusion and my heads filled with confusion
Got a feeling that I'm loosing so I've come to this conclusion
I gotta get the fuck out I cant take it anymore
Caught a watchman at his post so I rushed him to the floor
I was thinkin to myself what if his posse comes t get me
I know if I'll die I gotta take some niggas with me
Put my hands around his neck began to choke em
Grabbed his pistol out hit holster then I smoked 'em
Waited a second and heard motherfuckers coming
Grabbed an extra box of shells and started running
Now in the nigga cops are running
After its time to snatch somebodies cause I'm the body snatcher

Writer : SIMMONS, WILLIAM B./WATSON, BOAZ/GENTRY, MELVIN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing