[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey]
I´m the lunatic
Psychopathic mad man kill at will
Buck on the track
I´ll make this thang [?]
Catch a n***a slippin then I´ll click him
Grab him off in black
Busters in my mind
And them bitches screamin kill ´em Mac
Scizophrenic villain from Magnolia but ain´t gone psychotic
One time steppin on the track them hoe wanna know who shot him
But ain´t nothing seen nothing heard ain´t no solve to drop
Real n***a gangs fuck with stains from the old block
Taking care of business dumping bitches kicking doors in n shit
The Click is just too thick
Magnolia [?] you don´t hear me trick
Real pimp n***as couldn´t hear [?]
Stanging all you busters with the 14 in my go
All my roadies real players
All my roadies making stains
All my roadies are smoking bud
And all my roadies shoot ´em thangs
Suckers they can get none
Busters better check theirselve
But if you start tripping boy
That AK has it to your health
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
N***as are talking shit
You might even say they killed their damn self
We don´t start shit
But we ain´t done shit [?]
This gon be some bullets shot
A whole lot of shells dropped
A bunch of n***as stopped
And a lot of fucking guns cocked
That’s the way this shit is gonna roll when we kill a bitch
I´m Tommy Wright I´m down with this Magnolia Crime Click
Now you know the fucking score
Fool we got plastic too
You don´t wanna roll with us
We´ll roll right over you
Down for the [?]
Fuck a body bag
Get your ass a [?] bag
Throw you on my shoulder while you´re getting dragged
Down to the fucking creek
Blood trails on the street
Come in the house and go to sleep
Cause we know you´re just that weak

[Verse 3: Lil Ramsey]
There´s a demon inside of me
Controlling my every move
They tip on my shoulder mane
The satan they call a fool
The villain is in my veine
They are telling me to join this Click
To become a member mane
They telling me to kill a bitch
And be like my father mane
Cause that killer is in my blood
I´m stuck in this situation
Only medicine I know is bud
I smoke blunts though they eat my mind
There´s a demon inside of me
Got nowhere to run
He´s even there when I go to sleep
But I keep on dreaming
I´m smoking bud with the devil´s son
We´re sitting in a dark room
Drinking gack and we´re blowing guns
Now I wake up in the sheet
Were high as fuck from smoking black
Got a blunt in my mouth mane
And a piss [?] across my feet
I go click like a mad man
Grab a knife and have thoughts to kill
[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
Don´t tell ´em no more my nig´
They all know the fucking deal
This show is called Kill at Will
The trealness is coming through
The 4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Is where I chill with my crew
Where my roadies is down
My n***as gotta get much respect
So make yourself or break yourself
And get your motherfucking self to check
Bitches wanna jump and they get sawed off just a pump
This shit is just too thick with the click
So light this blunt and bump this hit
Time for that n***a named Tommy Wright to elevate
And if you heard my last tape
You know this Crime Click don´t trai
Fuck a motherfucker
I don´t duck if they shoot
All I need is one chance and this shit is gonna light up like [?beru?]
Leaving n***as on their back
From this smacking a gat
Loading a tone
[?] from my n***as but I´m pissing on your tombstone
Pop that trunk and show your ass
You gon be a victim hoe
It´s the end of your live
Cause all you got is a pocket knife
Lookin for them folks to bail you out this shit but now you do
Tryna call for backup like the motherfucking cops do
Drop you off into a river n***a that´s the plan
Swim back to the bank but you can´t sub[?] if you can
Dead on the [?] that´s the way you´re gon be found
I can´t even count the n***as in the field
That we killed at will
[Outro: Sample]
Real ass killas
[?] the triggers
Ride- Ride with the pistol grip
Ride- Ride with the pistol grip