Lyrics:
"Anna Ayala"
(Sccit)
Im sicka than a cup of noodles mixed wit pus and all of that good shyt
Comin' thru from the 818, bytch u thought this was some hood shyt?
nevamind what u was thinkin, ima eat yo brain so u forget it
Leavin' em beheaded seekin' the devil
Last thing you'll see is dirt and a shovel
And uhh, your fingernails bent back from tryna escape
So if you feelin like u up to the task then dyin's ya fate
I hate.. pretty much anything that I come across
Try fuckin around and I'm buckin you down, leave u nailed to a cross
Doin' it big while keepin' it real, usin' a bitch while peekin' off pills
I've done some shyt so fukkin' sick that I'm uhh...reekin of ill
Anybody fukkin' around wit a schizophrenic muthafukka wita mask on
Betta not be that surprised when I get my *ch ch ha ha* blast on
(Hook)
There's fingers in my chili (and what the fuck is it doin here)
There's fingers in my chili (and how the fuck did it get here)
There's fingers in my chili (I just lost my appetite)
There's fingers in my chili (and I think I'm guna sue Wendy's!)
(Roccy)
Killa California, that's where I stay
I'm sicker than pneumonia and I'm blastin away
Stand in my way in a casket you'll lay
I'm the muthafukkin devil and I'm packin the graves
You're not on my level, you faggyts feel safe?
I'll put u in a hospital and that's just today
Tomorrow...I'll take over your soul
So as u try 2 get to heaven ur spirits on hold
I looked in the mirror and said hail mary 3 times
The devil appeared n crowned me the weed guy
(Yo, where u be at)
You'll find me where the weed at
I'm the Persian valley cat, a boss, can u feel that?
All I got in this world is my word and my nuts
and really sick thoughts like there's worms in my guts
Evil lurks in my gut, lookin for persons to gut
Shit worse than a cut
I'm cursed.....bitch, what?!
"Round N Round"
(Chorus)
Round n round, everyday it's the same
What goes around comes around, u fuckin moron
Round n round, everyday it's the same
That's the name of the game...what goes around comes around
x2
-Roccy-
I'm a I'm a I'm a killa
I can moonwalk over your body like Michael in Thriller
They call me karma
Put u on pause like a comma
Fukk around and I'll harm some1 close 2 u like your mama
Took your bill and gave u no change...Obama
I look in the mirror, I'm a disgrace...Osama
I bring evil & death, I'm the cause of drama
Put six bullets in ya while ya sleepin in ya pajamas
I go round n round like a carousel
Through the ups n the downs like a ferris wheel
Do good deeds n I'll reward ya
But fuck around n I'm takin u down, u ever read the Torah?
You Ever read the bible? You ever read the Quran?
You ever read the holy scriptures that the prophets spoke on?
If not u probably don't know what really goes on
What goes around comes around, u fuckin moron
(Chorus)
-Sccit-
Wita a muthafukkin sickass typa flow
U aint never ever heard of this murderous wita Jew fro
You slow...we the fastest
I roll my blunts witout lookin like Steve Nash when he passes
In roughly 30 minutes I burn an ounce of weed down to the ashes
Then it's right back to the weed club to see how much tree this cash gets
Round n round, every day it's the same
Like u aint heard of the circle of life? that's the name of the game
My claim to the fame, knowin the ins and outs of all of it
And I cant even count the times that i been about 2 call it quits
Lookin at this pill like should I even swallow it?
Might as well be the chemical version of a hollow tip
And tomorrow, it'll be the same
Only I'll be comin off of this shit n i got a pill of methadone for the pain
Cannot cope with my brain and I hope for the strain
To go away but for today I'll soak in the rain
(Chorus)
