Yeah, yeah
Leaving motherfuckers turning in they grave
Got at least a hundred rappers buried in the back of my place
I love to fuckin' kill 'em, all while leaving no trace
UAV is on mission, now we picking up the pace
Got that mossberg pump ready to rearrange brain
And I don't give no fuck, while y'all chasing for the fame
Nine millimeter ready to annihilate
Busting shots inside yo' lungs to watch you hyperventilate
Everybody dies but not everybody lives
Resurrected from the depths, bitch I'm snapping all your ribs
I'm the motherfucker that will stomp your head and empty clips