1 Way Ticket to Hell

See ya later alligator

When I send ya to ya maker

I blow ya off the atlas

When I blast gats

And blast fags

It's ya death ticket

Ya nit wit

So don't get slick

Ya dip shit

I've gotta biscuit

That don't miss shit

See ya later alligator

When I send ya to ya maker

I blow ya off the atlas

When I blast gats

And blast fags

It's ya death ticket

Ya nit wit

So don't get slick

Ya dip shit

I've gotta biscuit

That don't miss shit

I'm a killer, not a rapper

It doesn't matter

Who's my victim

Even children are targets

Are looking like a scarlet

After I hit them

With my revolver

Named Problem Solver

It's not an image I bleed this

I'm a demon that speaks English

Not a freak genius

I tweak off speed bitch

So bleed Jesus

I'm not a rapper I'm a hitter

When I fuck a corpse

I had George Bush

Hiding with Margot Kidder

While the flames burn like kush

And the Twin Towers

Get shagged like Austin Powers

I got yo bitch starving to death

While feeding her darvocet

And her ribs are showing

Now she can finally blow me

I turned her into a meth head

With her tied to the bed spread

And she's on her death bed

My guns go rat a tat tat

When my gats blasts fags

Let me smoke my water

Before I do a Jeffrey Dahmer

And go to yo house and slaughter

Your family, even ya daughter

And son are the next tragedy

Even Mr Trent says

My lyrics are intense

When I slay infants

For ten cents

And I smoke incense

To pass a piss test

I'm looking to finesse

Any motherfucker

Just to smother ya mother

I'll skin ya like a potato

When I'm doing lines of yayo

And get ya ass kicked

My forty four is fantastic

You and yo man can get blasted

Spray ya crib up when I ran past it

I kill you hand crafted

Wrapped in Saran Wrap plastic

Lookin like Corbin

I get mo bitches than a Mormon

Without a foreign

I slip a whore this

Little pill now she's lost it

I turned Logic's glasses to contacts

I'll kill you with a contract

Before I slip a molotov in ya cocktail

Can you smell the glock smell

I rock mo bells than Cool J does

When I do they drugs

And threw rain slugs

I make it rain slugs

More than Dre does

I blast brains outta thugs

I'll send so much lead

You can use ya head

For a pencil

With the chrome to ya temple

Forget the semiautomatics

When I got mo caskets

And I shot yo faggots

Then send ya to the mortician

You should've had an abortion

When you were born man

See ya later alligator

When I send ya to ya maker

I blow ya off the atlas

When I blast gats

And blast fags

It's ya death ticket

Ya nit wit

So don't get slick

Ya dip shit

I've gotta biscuit

That don't miss shit

See ya later alligator

When I send ya to ya maker

I blow ya off the atlas

When I blast gats

And blast fags

It's ya death ticket

Ya nit wit

So don't get slick

Ya dip shit

I've gotta biscuit

That don't miss shit