have a reason I don't want to be here I didn't want to be here I didn't want to kill them all Get me out of here Killing machines
Enter my Delorean time machine back to the future we go to explore the rock scene all the while my style's McFly even when I die big props to L.I. South
the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel Brothers
in niggaz spleens So head for the hills, nigga 'cause When I get ill, it's blood spilled for real I aim my fuckin' steel and shoot to kill So grab your
niggaz spleens So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill it's blood spilled for real I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill So grab your bodyshield
