Текст песни: Conejo. Los Angeles Times. Carnival Of Souls.

Newspaper clippings
a jailhouse sticking
slutty ass bitches
on the corner tricking
and im stuck
In spiral of violence
gang habbits / re-enforced
by the prison silence
making profits
they wanna us back in jail
on arms violations
and narcotic sales
Its kill or be killed
I polish the steal
Indipendent right ow
fuck signing a deal
cause im C.E.O.
of that notorious label
so anything I drop
Is ganraunteed to be fatal
like a chinese made
AK47
friday night frontline
smoking vatos thats telling
so hurry - hurry
step right up
to the greatest show
on the fucken block
from the gang capitol
where everyones a dealer
and the mayor of the city
want me sent up the river

chorus / hook 8 bars

You at the carnival of souls
were they flow so cold
ese G muthafuckers
got the dope game sowed
they carry out the shootings
aint you seen the report
suspect awoled
out the criminal courts
and now he on the streets
with the hardest beats
his boy got his back
just in case there was heat
retaliation
on a fucken hater
Im at the carnival of souls
like an L.A. raider


verse two 16 bars


I spit fire
like a fucken dragon
the shits methaphoric
for the way im banging
my poison pen
removes you clown
hallow tip filled clips
homie raised in your town
out of towners wanna front
but L.A. will rob you
lowrider switch lanes
then nobody saw you
vatos got you
I heard they torture alot
then them suicidal thoughts
were followed by shots
mug shots
at southwest division
bullets from a sig.
on a walk by mission
they say I've risen
and that im 100 proof
I smoke trees with the g's
then I jump in the booth
then sentence you
to shots in the face
got some low key killers
creep low to your place
to haters looking
this how your life get tooken
Its the same muthafuckers
on the block dope pushing

chorus / hook 8 bars

You at the carnival of souls
were they flow so cold
ese G muthafuckers
got the dope game sowed
they carry out the shootings
aint you seen the report
suspect awoled
out the criminal courts
and now he on the streets
with the hardest beats
his boy got his back
just in case there was heat
retaliation
on a fucken hater
Im at the carnival of souls
like an L.A. raider

verse three 16 bars

I get these rocks off
like a 100 grams
expanding my chips
and arming my gang
G'rabb corleone
ese hold the throne
ese married to the block
and thats for better or worst
Im your worst nightmare
you wake up and you scream
In a puddle of blood
like the devils been seen
paranoia
I rolled in like the fog
ese loaded off the drugs
Im underworld don
I got this
I'll the tear the bitch out the frame
then a LP delivered
to the rest of the game
I get doe holmes
and my guns is barking
my pit named osama
through the block im walking
known fact
that my rap sheet long
violent crimes / flipping bricks
whipping yey and its on
this home
of the chrome to your dome
muthafucker stay vested
gucci store on the phone

chorus / hook 8 bars

You at the carnival of souls
were they flow so cold
ese G muthafuckers
got the dope game sowed
they carry out the shootings
aint you seen the report
suspect awoled
out the criminal courts
and now he on the streets
with the hardest beats
his boy got his back
just in case there was heat
retaliation
on a fucken hater
Im at the carnival of souls
like an L.A. raider


(Thanks to Chicano X for these lyrics)