This is a song about "Ballistic"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Im realistic im ballistic so many words to describe my

So down to earth it's just ballistic

Killing these niggas off quick

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

I'm gonna go ballistic!

How bout we blow this bit

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

So down to earth it's just ballistic

She's cute but her forehead's big

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber