1 Way Ticket to Hell

See ya later alligator
When I send ya to ya maker
I blow ya off the atlas
When I blast gats
And blast fags
It's ya death ticket
Ya nit wit
So don't get slick
Ya dip shit
I've gotta biscuit
That don't miss shit

See ya later alligator
When I send ya to ya maker
I blow ya off the atlas
When I blast gats
And blast fags
It's ya death ticket
Ya nit wit
So don't get slick
Ya dip shit
I've gotta biscuit
That don't miss shit

I'm a killer, not a rapper
It doesn't matter
Who's my victim
Even children are targets
Are looking like a scarlet
After I hit them
With my revolver
Named Problem Solver
It's not an image I bleed this
I'm a demon that speaks English
Not a freak genius
I tweak off speed bitch
So bleed Jesus
I'm not a rapper I'm a hitter
When I fuck a corpse
I had George Bush
Hiding with Margot Kidder
While the flames burn like kush
And the Twin Towers
Get shagged like Austin Powers
I got yo bitch starving to death
While feeding her darvocet
And her ribs are showing
Now she can finally blow me
I turned her into a meth head
With her tied to the bed spread
And she's on her death bed
My guns go rat a tat tat
When my gats blasts fags
Let me smoke my water
Before I do a Jeffrey Dahmer
And go to yo house and slaughter
Your family, even ya daughter
And son are the next tragedy
Even Mr Trent says
My lyrics are intense
When I slay infants
For ten cents
And I smoke incense
To pass a piss test
I'm looking to finesse
Any motherfucker
Just to smother ya mother
I'll skin ya like a potato
When I'm doing lines of yayo
And get ya ass kicked
My forty four is fantastic
You and yo man can get blasted
Spray ya crib up when I ran past it
I kill you hand crafted
Wrapped in Saran Wrap plastic
Lookin like Corbin
I get mo bitches than a Mormon
Without a foreign
I slip a whore this
Little pill now she's lost it
I turned Logic's glasses to contacts
I'll kill you with a contract
Before I slip a molotov in ya cocktail
Can you smell the glock smell
I rock mo bells than Cool J does
When I do they drugs
And threw rain slugs
I make it rain slugs
More than Dre does
I blast brains outta thugs
I'll send so much lead
You can use ya head
For a pencil
With the chrome to ya temple
Forget the semiautomatics
When I got mo caskets
And I shot yo faggots
Then send ya to the mortician
You should've had an abortion
When you were born man

See ya later alligator
When I send ya to ya maker
I blow ya off the atlas
When I blast gats
And blast fags
It's ya death ticket
Ya nit wit
So don't get slick
Ya dip shit
I've gotta biscuit
That don't miss shit

See ya later alligator
When I send ya to ya maker
I blow ya off the atlas
When I blast gats
And blast fags
It's ya death ticket
Ya nit wit
So don't get slick
Ya dip shit
I've gotta biscuit
That don't miss shit