End of the Line - Koopsta Knicca

It is the end of the line

I’m bout to do all my time

Foo, it’s the end of the line

I’ve got to do all my time

It’s the end of the line

I’ve gots to do all my time

Foo, it’s the end of the line

I’ve gots to to all my time

Foo, it’s the end of the line

I gots to do all my time

Foo, it’s the end of the line

I gots to do all my time

Foo, it’s the end of line

I’ve gots to do all my time

Step one

I’m goin through so much stress

Get it out my head, two

Repent all my fuckin sins

But what my chance?

Three

I violate my steeper wrong

For blowin smoke

Once it up my nose

But the Devil tryin’a steal my soul, oh no

Say, is it the worsest this shit is gonna get?

Oh yeah

I’m tired of this runnin, can’t get no fuckin rest, the bed

Is where I’m supposed to lay my head

But his heads whippin eggs

Won’t you take me from this darkness

Tryin’a catch me is like a world-wide party

Full of masked-murderers as worse as Bin Laden

Drugged cause I’m mad, plus I’m gone and I’m sick

I was raised by the government, as a cold Satanist

Age sixteen, I sold my soul to the Devil

And in return, he gave me fame, fortune, pleasure

Gave it back to God, now I’m down in a ditch

'For I started this shit, tooken by Triple-Six

Hahahaha

I gave you life, fame, fortune, women, pleasure!

A contract’s a contract, you fucking fool!

Look at you now, you must want a fucking god, that won’t give you shit!

You’re through, Paul, Juicy, Lord, Crunchy and even Boo!

They shall suscede, and watch you fall, which the way you came

No one is to blame, fuck it

You see what you’re going through

No fucking friends!

You god-damn punk!

Fuck a Koopsta Knicca man!

It’s O.V.

What the fuck you gonna do now man?!

It’s O.V.

(It's O.V.!)