[Chorus]

Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock, bitch

Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket

Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit

One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit

[Verse 1]

Delivery, I'm the bullet that killed Kennedy

Enemy, D.I.T.C., darkest symphony

Necro, fuck around and let the TEC blow

Red beam to his noggin make it look like techno

I told you, I don't even wanna be the best, ho

I'm the threat with Tourette's making motherfuckers John Doe

Ricky Rozay, Aquarius Killa The Keyser Soze

Making a family cry together like the O'Jays

Back in the old days, I'm the one that's chosen

Thug from the 90's, I'm cryogenically frozen

Avenger, but yet I be the Joker and the Riddler

With a mindset that's switched like Harvey Denture's dent

The Dark Knight, fuck a Clark Kent

Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time with suspense

Suspended, animation when my brain reacts

Don't belong in this world like I'm Samurai Jack

Click Clack on the Glock, seventeen get me

Then put the Ghostface so we can empty the cream

Cash rules everything around me surrounding

The ditch where they dug the darkness that's shrouding

Found me, Nemo, ego Kanyeezy

Bruh I'm from a city where niggas they con easy

Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee

Then make it on the late night news, nigga, good evening

[Interlude: Sample]

"Yeah, Mike, things are quite here now at Miami, Carol City High School, but earlier today was quite the scene when nearly the entire student body walked out of the school to protest Trayvon Martin's murderer. Signs in hand, chanting, "Justice for Trayvon." Now Trayvon actually went to school here at Carol City last year so some of these kids actually knew him personally, and they say his murderer should be behind bars

[Chorus]

Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock, bitch

Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket

Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit

One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit

Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock, bitch

Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket

Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit

One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit

[Verse 2]

I'm Acid, fornicating with crack shit

Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic

Sharing a needle, with the common-slash-hobo

Sterilize with the spit that shoots from a Komodo

Dragon, gun chuck, fire, I'm blasting

Dope and sick , that shit is just a classic

Huh, that's a hit for you bastards

That's the shit for you bastards

I'm lugubrious because I'm from a place where niggas

Shoot at shit and never on no Buddha shit, that knock-knock

And who is it? Am I really losing it? Maybe

Trapped in a white room with a dead baby

Am I going crazy? Is my name Casey?

Anthony, then the baby turns into an amputee

God damn I'm really losing my mind

Or should I end it all just by grabbing a nine?

But, it's too easy, Demonz of my mind leave me leave me

Put me into isolation so you wouldn't see me

Free me from misery and un-easy

Pain, emotions from the crypt I gain

Yet another young brain slain, mane...Dang!

He just lost consciousness

That's life when you live without consequence

Death over sixteen shots, his head is split

Dead