Fry - Crime Boss

Come one, come all to see the nigga behind the trigger

Bigger then a killa murdering niggas with my little finger

Bring your sacrefices cause to me your life is minimum

Kill’em all if the price is right, shit

A heat of the spliff makes me get bucker

Me motherfucker smokin all you suckas

Isn’t it that the bloodstream making me have bad dreams

All about the people I killed coming back to hung me

Kill me, help me please won’t somebody save me?

The in-dough got me mad and I ain’t never been like this, Gee

Blood on my hand, did I kill a man, «mayne I didn’t do

I look suspicious, did you see any witnesses?»

Scopin me hopin they just might get a fuck or two

Look over your shoulders cause I just might get a fuck in you

Leave you in a ditch dead, head full of a hot lead

What in the fuck is wrong with me, why in the fuck I’m thinkin' of thee

Satanic homocidal visions of me killin people

I just hope it stops right now, please dont let it be a sequel

I see myself running, police gunning, what will I do?

Chicken got me flicking telling me «stop or I start shootin, fool»

So I did, now I’m dead, here comes the bullet straight for my head…

(Bang…silence)