Letra de Miss White Cocaine

(Verse 1)
One of my personalities have been tempted me to do some crazy and devious shit.
Like clickin and havin the feelin,
ready to double up a body, get addicted it seems,
I'm quick to grap my grip,
pop in my clip and take buster boys chip
off the other side.
I'm ready to kill,
Nobody gets my wheel,
I (?), send me bands, stay alive,
with a gun to his head,
he's better off dead,
no comments were made,
instead I sprayed.
Paint that red rum when that slurk hit his dome,
and his body just lay,
deep in that grave,
I just grab me a shovel,
dig up the dirt,
put in my work
and send soldier slurks
putting everybody that was there up first,
and just like sprite, it'll evade my thirst.

(Verse 2)
Homicidal tendencies, killin me,
buildin up pressure, releasin the work from my steam,
with schemes of serial killers,
I'm poppin in clips and then makin yo life a dream.
So devious man, believing it's real,
I'm hearing little voices telling me to kill.
I'm constantly tempted to take yo soul,
with the change of my pain so you can feel, the things I go through,
but now it's your turn,
let your life fly by and yo body burn,
while the candles light up in the underground turn,
I guess you haters will never learn, ever learn.

(Verse 3)
Never fire on the man with the profit,
Shoot the nigga behind the man, nigga can't rob.
Signed the contract you player haters hate,
then a matter of time before I cash that check.
He wanna be thug, the nigga wanna killa
just grab my K, rob the boy,
and shoot up the car with me glock.
They got my nigga Coup, the nigga doin time
for crime, my motherfuckin nigga probably for life.
We roll up valuable licks, and true
Mother fuck a dub, what the what the fuck nigga took my caine, fuck
come again,
trickin ass bitch can't fuck a man
from the killer clan,
got my third world represent
brake it down pussy nigga think I clown.
Do another drive-by, merk him down
pull a 3-6, I know you hate it bitch
I'm never runnin niggas trippin, come on K-Roc, jump into the script.

(Verse 4)
Another nigga, nigga put you ass on tape,
the killer, the nigga that nigga that you love to hate.
The massive felony in the newspaper
Look for him nationwide
Tennis shoes are alliagators
We on a ride, see motherfuckers they clicked,
we'll kill'em, we killin the nigga,
we killin the nigga, we killin the nigga,
we killin the bitch,
we outta control, when we roll.
we nothing but g's, selling nothing ki's(keys)
put you down on your knees, we're getting nothing fees.
motivated motherfucker, haven't thought of a murder
motherfucker when I run from the law, I buried his body
so I think I won't get caught.
But in the end I got no friends,
my destination the pin,
no way I can win,
to live my life is a sin,
my nigga.