[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]
[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?”