Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first
For serial killings across the world.
Self made coming soon
Across the crowded room,
I could show you a bar across town
I looked at him, told him sit down
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
My evil expands across the every nation
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
Now its time to get my point across
Sometimes i think, what i need
Leave you severed across the street
Call levi's we can see about the home cook
So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would
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