This is a song about "Hell hound in side"

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

I was born in the underground of the south side

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Whenever your in trouble ill be by your side

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

From right to left with sniper's breath, righteous steps, step in hell,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

I'm not confined in a hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Take a look in my head, welcome to the dark side

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright