First Degree

Waking from a scary dream
Reaching for my glock 19
Feeling paranoid
As shit
I think I've gotta
Smoke some green

Cheefing on a quarter pound
Grind it up
And break it down
Once my eyes get
Really heavy
I know that I'm
In the clouds

Now that I've got
Super high
Busta bitches
Gotta die
Fuck off with that
Talking shit
Or I will shoot you
In the eye

Get tha Mossberg pump
And dump 5 slugs into your
Fucking junk
And After that
I'll get real crunk and
Kill a mother fucker and
Leave their body slump

Bitches keep
Trying me
Keeping they
Eyes on me
They don't know
Da krypt keepa
But somehow they still
Despise me

Bitches keep
Trying me
Keeping they
Eyes on me
They don't know
Da krypt keepa
But somehow they still
Despise me

But their hate
Just motivates
Me to become
So fucking great
That I'll stomp out
All of the snakes
And dump their bodies
In the lake
It's hard to tell
Reals from the fakes
When everyone
Is so two faced
So I just keep
A fucking stake
To stab these vampires
In the face

They don't know
The Krypt Keepa
But somehow
They still
Despise me

Murder in the
First degree
Murder in the
First Degree

They don't know
The Krypt Keepa
But somehow
They still
Despise me

Thinking up
Ways to just
Get some more
Cheese
Fuck up a check
We just do as we
Please

Once they start running
It's time for the gunnin
The chopper it's loaded
With a magazine

30 rounds
In that shit
One of them
Bound to hit
Point the AK
And I aim
At your spleen

Turn the whole place
To a
Bloody scene
Then I dash off
While your mother
Screams

Should have never
Messed with me
Now there's a murder
In the first degree

I won't
Catch a felony
Cuz I'll
Plead insanity

The corpses in my closet
Are a sign of my
Psychopathy

Demented and deranged
Definition
Of a fucking creep



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Writer(s): Gilbert Pompa Jr.
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