Wassup Mane!

I live in a world that I constantly dread
Fighting the urge to put bullet in head
Ideations of suicide, dreaming of lead
Entering cranium, now I am dead
My final wish is that I'm casted out to sea, so when I rise again
I cannot find my way back home, I cannot terrorize the land

Back from the dead, hoe
Better pack that lead, hoe
The ZETTA coming for your head, the ZETTA got you scared, hoe
ILL MINDED, bitch, get blinded by the lyricism, wilding
Going retarded, I'm spazzing, I'm blunted
You bitches are dummies, you bitches know nothing

Aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane
Aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

Here we go, verse two
Lemme talk my shit again
All you pussies fake, your plastic face
I see right through you mane
Trapping out the cemetery
Burning green, and creeping steady
On all of you busters mane
Got my weapons cocked and ready

Bullets they flying, ejecting from chamber
The weapons stay hot and my mind filled with anger
Going insane, pick a weapon and spray
Ain't no thought to my actions, you hoes are in danger
Running from all of this shit
Bullets in ribs, what you get when you fuck with the stranger
Tell em, fuck em, rest in piss
Don't give a fuck about nothing except for the paper

And if you looking for me
I'm out by the sea motherfucker come meet your defeat
Stepping on the fucking scene
Blade in my hand for pussies, bitch I'm watching you bleed
Popping, dropping bodies hoe
Zetta defiant, yeah he never listen to me
Zetta is one of the reasons, you cannot defeat him
Hit MUDAH, return with the fleet

Aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane
Aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane
Aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane
Aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane