$liM HiLL - Panic Room Lyrics

Born by the river
Born a killer back in 99
Horns on my head
Looking dead
Always acting fine
Always pack a pistol
Pussy boy step back a little
Choppa clapping dismal
See how quick this shit get sacrificial
I'm ready to pop out f*cking really let em have it
Up that Mac 11
Send em all to heaven
RIP yo f*cking gang
You gonna see em in a second
Slimmy creepin with that thang
Choppa pop his f*cking melon
Sendemup and GHP the only gang I'm f*cking reppin
Pussy boy watch where you stepping
Slimmy the profane
Slim insane
Grip a double sided blade
Turn that pussy to a stain
If he speak my f*cking name
Pull up swinging
Like the bottom of an inning
At the bottom of the river
With some bitches sleeping with the fishes
I got a thousand f*cking choppas filled with ammunition
Bitch f*ck a tax
I'm with that cash like I'm a politician
West side psychopath
Bloody river aftermath
I ain't made of matter
I don't really f*cking matter
I can hear em f*cking chatter
Come from every f*cking angle
Hang em up above a pit and let them mother f*ckers dangle
Put that f*ck boy in a tomb
Trijicon the f*cking zoom
Turn that pussy into fumes
Slimmy slaughter keep it gloom
Slimmy slaughter bringing doom
Should've took a different route
Substance got me feeling manic
Welcome to my panic room
Ah!