Texty: La The Darkman. Other. La The Dark.

In to the mind of a murdera, im a war merchant
A predator, lurking, slither like a serpent
Hope you aint purpin boyyy il sink ya ship
So you better watch them words coming out your fuckin lips
Il make you strip bitch like you work at stroka
Batman, darkman, but im more like the joker
Trying to get money like opera, steady bagging up this cokea
What you know about stashing 200 g's in the sofa
Im a true dope boy, i fuck with this coke boy
Go ahead kill yourself, il give you the rope boy
Wardrobe cavalli, in the new Tahoe Denali
Fucking wit some Philly n*ggas like my name was Kevin Ali
Got a bitch named holly, coming from Arizona
When she drop the rental off, you still smell the aroma
Ima loner, ima stoner, sipping on this corona
No talk on the cell phone, got my hustling diploma
And my masters degree, p-h-d, l-a-d
N*gga run off with this pack you get your head blown all the way back

-Outro-
its that n*gga La The Dark (X8)

(Thanks to Mike for these lyrics)