shame on you when you step through to the old hellbound bastard straight out the houston zoo when you enter my center im gonna bring you on a lyrical high so kiss the sky when i squeeze the trigger everyone hit the deck whut a wreck 5432 murder 1 i got a gun i got more future than the sun so run dont go blind cuz your rhymes fall behind so press rewind im so high i can kiss the sky im so sick you haters can suck my dick after my rhymes u need a iv we gettin hyphy look up in the sky i smokin hash i left it on the dash i think she gave me a rash screw the marines ill blow them to smitherenes with high-tech machines we winners you losers
we got jeeps and land cruisers get hyphy like im d.n.i we all so high we kissin the sky its d.n.i and coast II coast we dont mean to boast we leave ya to roast in tha impala im an actual balla actual shotcalla real o.g who knows how to party to young to sip bicardi who cares we all drunk left ya body in the trunk like a crime scene my rhymes are obsene cuz im so cleani got faces on the milk boxes rap critics are like foxes they all white and red all over at least after i play wit the pistol im in the range my rhymes dont change i got the black nine you got yours i got mine cuz my raps shine i earn in nickles and dimes rappin bout good times its the streets different 100 degegree heats beatin different feats screw cops we drinkin stuff made out of hops wit my pops me and young cash smokin hash its murder 1 without the gun with my bare hands make ya use your tear glands we traveling across diferent lands cuz we real pimps cuz its like call theropy we got the gin got multiple body parts in the recycle bins mess up your head with a slug of lead
now you layin in a pool of red jus anotha dead fed im rich leave ya in the ditch this is for all my g's wit big salaries rappin the oldies
im smokin sometin when these haters mumblin i got there bodies tumblin down a moutain like a blood fountain damn my hands hurt i jus spit on my shirt on the white tee damn im a real g askin who i be dont you see im dan t real p-i-m-p real og livin in this penetentery we tear the club up so this is hellbound in action without the ak so whut ya gotta say
when i get through with this/ u goin to be praying to god to send u to heaven/ i dont gotta shoot shots/2 murder wack rappers like u/ and the houston zoo only consist of one animal/ and thats a jake rabbit dude/ next time u post any thing on the internet make sure/ u come with the facts/ and the person who replied that rap was good/ probably was your sister/ and that jeep u got is only a poster/ your not a hater if your speeking the truth/ so that must makes u a lier/wack rappers stay rap/ if u keep rappin like that/ then surley u will stay wack/ if your day job is this then/ Fire your self/ rhyteming like a little bow bow with street cred/
