Lyrics:

I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you

I know you wish I was dead form the shit I be makin' up
Reality's nightmare, dead men don't wake up
In and out 'cha mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness
I'm heartless and regardless, the wicketness, I'ma spark dis
Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch
Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't know me
I'll slit ya fuckin' thoat plus the murder I wrote
Daddy will blast for me, wicket catastrophy
Whenever I scribble my name on the wall in grafitti
I take from the rich and I gives to the needy
Punks don't know my steelo man I rock up a kilo
My understandin' is zero plus I'm no super hero
You say you want a revolution, well bitch
A young nigga sittin on ammo plus I'm rich
The fallen angel strangled several
N-A-T-A-S got federal
Fuck the radio and public broadcastin'
Timothy McVeigh need to be wrapped in plastic
Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin' respect
Judgement Day in my god damn tape deck

I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you

I'm the wicketest demon
Ever bless the microphone
As I spit this curse
I watch ya brain burst, it gets worse
Nigga what the fuck you thought?
For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught
Can't understand the spell I cast to the mass
I make a young nigga blast if I give 'em the task
I got mass hysteria in America
And in your area, I'm bringin' the terror

On devil's night, I'ma watch ya city burn

I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you
I'm comin' for you