[Intro: Robert Downey Jr. & Woody Harrelson]
So tell me, Mickey, how can you look at an ordinary person?
An innocent guy with kids, and then shoot him to death?
I mean, how can you bring yourself to do that?
Innocent? Who-who's— Wayne, are you innocent?
I'm innocent? Yes I am, of murder? Definitely
Its just murder, man
All gods creatures do it in some form or another
I mean, you look in the forest, you got species killing other species
Our species killing all species, including the forest
We just call it industry, not murder
But I know a lot of people who— uhh, deserve to die
Why do they deserve to die?
I think everybody got something in their past
Some sin, some awful secret thing
A lot of people walk around out there, already dead
Just need to be put out of their misery
That's where I come in; fates messenger

[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
Midnight fall demons in my mind, its a full moon
Eyes bloodshot red, got my scared devils coming soon
Staring in the mirrors mane, cannot see my fucking face
So I grab the Glock 19, and finna go rob another place
Walking out the door, im kinda slow I grip my fucking nine
[?] on my fuckin mind
Evil is disable, its my label demons screaming mane
Pick fork full of fire, I never lie I like to shoot them thang
Going through a disaster cause my master said i [?]needa so[?]
Spirit after spirit got me hectic with my n***a Yo
Back up on my track I sell my crack my shadow dressed in black
Never hide no fear you hear lil trizoc themin for a pack
Havin evil thoughts about this cross that's burnin' up in flames
On my knees oh help me please, [?]im fizzuced in the fucking game[?]
All about my riches fuck these bitches, thinking of a plan
D-E-V-I-L, the devils Ridgecrest Killa Klan
[Verse 2: Lil Yo]
Well I was kicked back up at Skinny's shop
Mane it was around 5 o-clock
With a mane, master plan so we came up with a plot
Armed robbery, we walk the streets in the murder of first degree
Plus I know a n***a mane that work down at First Tennessee
Called up my nigg tell em, "I'll be down there about 6
Leave the back door unlocked, ima come in like the narcs"
[?] Big blue stones, ski mask drawn and im dressed in camouflage[?]
Shoe polish on my face, cause I'm coming like the mob
Seen the bank teller, should i killer her?
I don't even not know
Let my Glock start thinking and quickly blowed up the ho'
Come from the back, seen a bitch and a n***a with 2 kids
And a security guard at work puttin my n***a on alert
Grabbing all the cash and some knowledge
What the fuck I'm gon do with my hostage?
Let the kids out the do' plus the grown-ups they must go
Runnin out the back, leaving no trace
Hoping and prayin i ain't catchin no case
For these sucka mutha fuckas they can stay up out my face
Then I hit that thang [?] 5'os on my fucking ass
Click is smokin' chicken while lil trizoc count my fuckin cash
5'o wanna get a n***a , setting up a road block
I hit the gas even harder fool we ain't gonna stop
Made a quick left and I'm ballin in down in high[?] park
Helicopters in the air I think I see a thousand cops
Ballin down lounge [?] street, to holla at my daddy [?] son[?]
Blow my horn keep on goin the 5'o got me on the run
[Verse 3: Lil T]
When the night falls I'm dressed in black
Creepin on the scene with a[?] big full gat[?]
[?] on the scene
Dropping these bitches for the nitty' green
Killin these bitches for the mother fucking cheese
Hanging these [?]black haters[?] from the trees
Gotta get my [?] fucking way
So I gotta blast and chief some hay
Killa better known as little T
Coming straight from the S-M-P
If you wanna test that shit I bet you get your wig split
Dropping these bitches off in the [?]
If you snitch you gon get lynced
Try to lie, you gon die, hollow point bullets gon multiply
Killa B leaving these bitches scared
Killa B leaving ho's dead in the med
Even [?] for a mother fucking sack
A sack gon make a n***a likely react
With a mother fucking gun in my hand
A gun in my hand im a devious[?] man
If you cannot stand this shit this shit is too thick Frasier click[?] bitch

[Verse 4: Lil Debo]
Stand[?] full of dope, inhaling all the smoke
Demon shit is in my mind
I'm paranoid and with this 9
Looking out for them folks, sometimes I might be low
Smokin on that light green dope
As this makes me cough and choke
Popping slugs up out this nine, hoping I won't do no time
If I get caught with this nine, stayin strapped all the time
If i have to pop a n***a, I won't be scared to pull the trigga
People think we forget it n***a, im your momma's grave digger