Lyrics:

[Intro: Charles Manson in an interview]
People want to buy their insanity
They don't want the truth
They want fear, they want violence
They want sex and drugs and guns
They want that, that's what they want
That's the part of me that they, that they hate
I'm just gonna fuck and kill and party until it's over
The world is coming to an end

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild]
Fifteen, hammer tucked in this Levi denim
Stolen whip, these mean streets bleed venom
Broken home, no foundation, he’s pretending
Life is good, he don’t seem too threatened
Popping pills, smoking weed, just to ease his mind
Lost soul, all he ever sees is crime
Will he ever change? We will see in time
Run up the wrong way, you will see that nine
Money come money go that’s the way he walk
He just know what he know and he crazy sharp
He stand alone, don’t need anybody
Loves drama, mayhem, he aim with the [?]
Billy the kid, young gun, he’s a gladiator
Ain’t afraid of anyone, you can pass the hater
Punks jump up just to get a beatdown
Box game crazy and he pull the heat now

[Hook: Crypt the Warchild]
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, death defying
Strictly business, you just shining
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, death defying
Strictly business, who can try him?

[Verse 2: Planetary]
Just turned 21, plenty guns in the van now
Two kids though, nigga gotta be a man now
He needs rice in the cabinets, pipe down his arrogance
Nigga need to chill with all that gangsta shit
But his brain been deranged for some years though
The more niggas sniff shit the more he let his beard grow
Still fascinated by material objects
Still got that little ass room in the projects
['they talking'] He caught a body in south west and everybody know
But ain’t nobody run they mouth yet
Still splurging, still irking the cops
Done tattooed his face and put work on his block
Sending threats through texts knowing that his phone’s tapped
On some fuck-the-world-shit now his wife sit at home strapped
Praying they can see another day
Just got his passport, cause he knows the feds is on they way

[Hook: Crypt the Warchild]
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, death defying
Strictly business, you just shining
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, death defying
Strictly business, who can try him?

[Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild & Planetary]
Life in the box results from a life of crime
He can’t shake indictment, it all came in time
Federal charges, state wanna pick him up
Haters on the inside all want to stitch him up
Co-d’s always changing up stories
Pointing they fingers, what happened to the loyalty?
King of the streets, what happened to the royalty?
Distraught father, not knowing what his boys gon eat
Wifey left him, she ain’t no ride or die chick
She chasing all them niggas with that fly shit
Ducking faggots while he’s trapped in a steel cage
Tryna get in where he fits but he feels afraid
Claustrophobic, no mail, mind filled with rage
Tryin' to get his hands on a couple pills and pray
But when the lights go out and at the end of day
He asking God ”Why it gotta be this way?”

[Hook: Crypt the Warchild]
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, death defying
Strictly business, you just shining
Sex and violence, criminal minded
You either out to get rich or you die trying
Horrifying, death defying
Strictly business, who can try him?