Jumpin up, out of the bushes mane
Strapped with artillery making them stangs
Poppin and droppin these bitches with hollowpoints bullets I’m leaving a bloody mess
Bullets they scatter — they making the holes in ya chest
No trace of me, I’m a mercyless killa so i would suggest
That you niggas should never test me
CUZ I WILL leave your body resting
I’m the puppet master, pulling them strings

Best watch YA back, when you fucking with me cuz you’ll see what death BRINGS
Shooting the bullets to split ya brain, Oak Cliff Killa I’m goin insane
Smoking on some type of strain
They running they lip, they makin me click, mane
Loading the bullets, I’m shootin at the gas main

Explosion, body parts flying, HOES are dying
Children are crying
But this death and destruction has me laughing and smiling

I’m grippin the wood
I’m scrappin these niggas and putting the bodies in a ditch
I’m the manic — holdin the automatic
Psychopathic, killer addict

Busta ass niggas be tryna have anna with Zeeth
But killing these niggas ain’t nothing to me
South Oak Cliff is where I’ll be
You better hope —
got bullets to spare for these bitches

I’m hanging you on a tree

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Fuck you LAME ass niggas, I’m packin the fuckin heat
Hollow TIP POINTS will put you to sleep
I’m killa kid zeeth, I crook and i creep
The pump and shells I keep in the back seat
Slugs talk thru the barrel of the steel


Only to kill the niggas who claim they real

On the realer my nigga, you swear ya serious
But I will kill you with the quickness
I never been one to front
Putting the bodies in the trunk
Loading up fuckin slugs, pulling the trigger, I’m blastin the fucking pump
Takin these niggas and goin and droppin em off at the fuckin dump
KICKING in doors for kilos not no mutha fucking petty crumb

My NIGGAS be strapped with the BURNER
ALWAYS RIDING and mobbing deep
I ENTER ya body with hollow point bullets AND leaving YA BODY forever asleep

That’s homicide in the first degree
Ya guts all over the ground leaving ya body left to be found in misery
All the fucking blood drippin from ya body making it slippery
I’m telling ya mane, I’m killa kid Zeeth AND I’m strapped with fucking artillery