Boilling Point

Hook: Skits Vicious] I'm a walking time bomb going tick, tick, tick Tick, tick, tick (x2) [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] Ooh I'm a good kid Livin in a mad city All I see is ass, titties Niggas puffin hash fillies And that really got me thinkin as a youngster That I wanna be that nigga Hit them blunts and fuckin punksta To pump what? Nigga wanna bust but now ya gut's stuck I'm fuckin niggas up and dump em in the trunk for one buck (yeah) Damn right, I be's a cheap mothafucka Now ya'll niggas in my shit knee deep Motherfucka, I'm More distorted than imported niggas slaughter ya Bored is foreign and I'm morbid with that morning stuff Last message, for my haters and my ex bitch I hope ya'll choke up on a fat dick until you're breathless [Hook] [Verse 2: Dopey Rotten] Why you all up in my face again? We ain't friends, leave me alone Way too stoned, get out my space Don't call my phone Him, her, they, them Don't need no new friends Can't pay rent but you're flexin in your new Benz? Who cares about style sense? Make your fuckin life end Sometimes I'm violent Criminal minded Stay silent, cause I don't wanna hear it Stupid fuckin lyrics, I don't have two minutes And keep your nose out my business No time for dumb bitches Ya better keep your distance I'll beat you with persistence Cryin like an infant It's clear that we're different Exploding in an instant [Hook] [Verse 3: Skits Vicious] The walls are closing in on me Eyes low, brain fried In the company of misery, days fly My body feels a chillin breeze outside Grey sky, feel the pressure and the stake's high And I'm feelin like it's all a little laid I wanna be the one to be remembered as the great guy Suban Thai, Samurai Darts fly, lakes dry Murder she wrotes, what I heard from the grape vine I [?] under this So I don't leave remorse no more There's no goodbye when I go out, but when I do I'm sure To take this stinkin filthy planet down to gutter with me Scar ya in your afterlife, the bloody letters Skits V