[Verse 1: K-Fix] Fuckin' with a G, you 'bout to be no longer breathin' leave 'em leakin' for no reason when I'm fiendin' for the kill/ Guaranteed to be an emergency in need of a procedure from the trauma center when I'm bombin' niggas wit the steel/ I'm an abomination of the darkest places in ya dreams I'm leavin' 'em either in a hearse or in the trunk of my Deville/ Then I'll be givin' a demonstration of the way to make 'em meet the reaper makin' 'em sleep and deceased I guarantee nobody lives/ Strapped with that shit that'll make suckas so sick when I take aim a nigga finna leave your body on the pavement/ I'm slappin' that clip in the K hoe so don't Get in the way or become another victim hit up with that thang/ It's a murder that I'm cravin' gotta satisfy the urge to put my rivals in the dirt I'm bringin' the death desolation buckin' they brain no hesitation then I'm erasin' diggin' the grave of all my enemies leavin' no traces for the investigation/ Now hell is your destination should have thought about that Shit 'for you headed in the direction that led to your devastation/ I'm filling 'em full of lead it feels better to me to send niggas straight to the med instead of me takin' my medication/ And fuck all my adversaries I'll bury the motherfuckas and bust 'em up with the weapon and wet 'em up in a second I did the shit with no hesitance never miss yeah that's evident what the fuck you expect when you in the presence of greatness/ Mask on my face with duct tape on the handle I'm outside your place and I'm waitin' as soon as he come out the house I'll jump out with that thang and I'm Bangin' it ain't no escapin' it 'bout to get devilish bustin' yo melon a smooth getaway to a different location in my Chevrolet by the time that the ambulance made it they didn't feel a thang when they was takin' your Pulse/
[Verse 2: Kaoz] My blows ain't sky but they hold when these poor motherfuckers already have the coffin open I see 'em make a move but I actin' like I don't know shit Turn to catch you all see finna get me a promotion and i'mma throw shit I'll overdose shit I cock you know bitch Words of my boss met him on the floss and i'm findin' lyrical voices to fathom without a lotion I'm a lyrical cannon I swear to god I will show you Pulse! Problem how to get my pill before it even wears it makes me kill Winter's comin' see it makes a crack in the seal finally all you motherfuckers will see this shit is real Take a grab to let go (lord help me) I just wanna go home (they tell me) Cause livin' dead with this Pulse (is crazy) Is different then he told (crazy)
[verse 3: Hurricane]
I'm a let them have it with that AK-47 these niggas thinking it's finna be easy, creeping on the come up I run up on them with the voodoo don't believe me nigga ask Mr. Ouija, coming up out that grave with the laughter, looking at nigga's faces they amazed from the rapture. Ready to put it on them turn a nigga into Casper, pump up to his mouth like this fool had asthma. You don't want to get into homicidal endeavors I'm clever with the weapons so nigga kill that... Before you know it I'm at you with a machete in the alley on that Molly and ready to pull your wig back. Knowing I got this problem with my brain, having a nigga twitching I can feel it in my veins. My pulse is erratic I know I'm going insane, this disease is contagious let me give you the same. Do you want to kill with me? be sick in your cranium never know where your mind is? What do you wanna deal with me? Put a nigga in a blender serve him up to a blind kid. Fucking with these forces got a nigga splitting up the bodies like divorces, I will be the killer that will infiltrate the fortress, stopping your pulse till you turn into corpses