[Intro]
(Cullen)

[Chorus]
Murder business, we gon' let it spray, I need 'em all gone
Give the reverend his death day, fuck the police ho, they get Paul Blart’d
Stand over him, he gone, that's magician art
Piss on his grave for Elaiyah, is that too far?
Like, fuck that, I don't sympathy for no n***a
Drums a coping mechanism
I just want the victims but if gotta get that witness, we gon' do it then
Kick that door, ain't snooping in
Fuck that, n***a, let's do it then
Say he on that, then shoot it then

[Verse]
Uh, all my jeans [?]
ACOG, [?], it's a [?]
Smoking on gas, must
She threw it back so I damn near bust
I keep a stick and I'm clutch
Walk in the mall, fucking it up
Don't fuckin' tweak with us, you gon' make them shooters all start

[Chorus]
Murder business, we gon' let it spray, I need 'em all gone
Give the reverend his death day, fuck the police ho, they get Paul Blart’d
Stand over him, he gone, that's magician art
Piss on his grave for Elaiyah, is that too far?
Like, fuck that, I don't sympathy for no n***a
Drums a coping mechanism
I just want the victims but if gotta get that witness, we gon' do it then
Kick that door, ain't snooping in
Fuck that, n***a, let's do it then
Say he on that, then shoot it then