{Chorus: Buckshotz]
Nine to your...
(Repeats multiple times)

{Verse 1: Evil Pimp}
Grab my fucking gauge, And then I'm ready for this slaughter
I brought my infrared in case you run, And then I'm hunter
I twist that cap, They take that nap
I put a hot one in your ass
Demons possess me for killing these babies and ladies
With triggers, I'm causing bloodbath
Bullet holes all in your clothes
Will decompose my foes like that
Load my pump, Them bullets jump
And on the wall, your brains will splat
Krucifix, The evil shit, The devil click is in this bitch
Hop up in the Chevy thang, and find them n***as running lip
Catch your ass slipping, I'm tracing your pimping
And ripping your chest with my Tech
Who is next to be of my wrecking? All of you
Busting my gun, motherfucker, will creep, So don't peep
Or you'll sleep with the furnace, You're cracking and sizzle
I'm hell bound boy, I have no dame choice but to spray
So many shots to your nuts, And them hot ones, They pierce
Through your skin, Cause the Evil don't play
Find out where your granny stay
And blow her up with hand grenades
Love to kill, And make blood spill
Like ghetto children love Kool-Aid
Better back up out my face, I'm violent when I shoooot
I'm pumping this twenty gauge, trying to knock out your lung
And then pull you through stooool
{Chorus: Buckshotz}

{Verse 2: Evil Pimp}
Evil Pimp, The Exorcist, Scoping out my victims
No wiser reasons why I kill them, Randomly I picked them
I take this trick down to my spot by brandishing my pistol
And if I got to chop you up, I'll use rusty utensils
Breaking up in your back door with the chrome is my passion
I'm sick in the trench and the demons all dance in my head
Saying "Leave 'em for dead", so the Evil just play
And have 'em running for days
Got you running naked frantic in the back woods bitch
Give you plenty time to run, But still, I find you quick
Take this 'chete mane, It's bloody when I swing
I search your wallet and your pocket, confiscate your things
DJ damn Slick is producing these psychotic beats
That you suckers can't stand, But you step to the clan
I'm gone have to draw blood from my murderous touch
With the gun in my hand
Ski-Mask is over my grin as the villain goes in
And my best friend are asking me "What have I been?"
So, I pull out my friend, and do they ass in
Use a blow torch and some razor blades to kill you slow
Say hello to Jesus Christ, Because ya dying hoe

{Chorus: Buckshotz}
(Fades out)