Ask About Me

(álbum: Serial Killers: Day Of The Dead - 2018)

[Xzibit (Demrick):]
Sock you in the windpipe
Nighty-night, go to sleep, get your life right
(Damn, X, what the fuck?)
I am intoxicated
(Strangulation is my favorite form of meditation)
(Wild like a mental patient off his medication)
(Make a DJ bring it back with no hesitation)
(Do 'em like Rudy Ray Moore with my exploitation)
Now let me tell you what you motherfuckers fucking facing

[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery

I'ma go hard on God, 'til I'm gone, bitch
X shooting every single thing up on the target
B-Real calling shots from the cockpit
Step into tarpit, kill 'em all regardless

[Xzibit:]
I'ma kill 'em 'cause I'm heartless
Trash can motherfuckers, throw 'em in the garbage
I hold my hand like a hostage
Serial Killers, niggas hit the stage, they lost it
So pass the fucking joint if you cough with it
Every so often, niggas get tired of the talking
I'm here to have a ball like Cavanaugh
Have a couple beers, I like beers

[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery

[B-Real:]
Guess I'm fucking heartless
I get you bloody, then I leave the place spotless
The red dot is parked up on your forehead
Click, bang, and there's more red spilling on the floor
I'ma go 'head and give a green light
Killing machine, like X, what the fuck? Yo, it's mean, right?
I mean it seems like a no-brainer
Bullet to the noggin, you can pay me my retainer later

[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery