Crank

I feel like King Kong snorting cocaine

You can't fuck with me, this is foreplay

This is everything I told 'em I would portray

They're calling me a killer, I guess murder is my forte

Never short changed, gotta get my money up

Stacks in the duffel 'til I can't get the zipper shut

If they try and go to war I should wish them luck

Cause all I fear is God, so I could give a fuck

You will all fall victim to my plan

If you're looking for answers get in the line, fan

Oh it gets hot in the kitchen, hot as a cayenne

But I can handle the heat hotter than Iran

I am the man, handing out toe tags

Your life in my hands, throw bag

I've been in this a minute, didn't you know that?

Plus I've been waiting to go, why should I hold back?

There's no chance, so the haters better pipe down

Get yourself in the zone for tonight's sound

If you want to get this song, cut the lights out

We could do this right now, we should do this right now

To all my people that belong in a padded room

With their caution to the wind-type of attitude

All my dub heads, all they see is blood red

They ask about the old me, I tell them that he's fucking dead

HE'S FUCKING DEAD!