Verse:
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Frezno you know keepin' that stash
You know 2-Faced gotta make cash
Leavin' a trail, a body bag
Psychopathic, Schizophrenic, mastermind like Bruce ???
Killa' like IDI AMIN, know what I mean I'm lettin' my nizzutz hang
Down with the C to the A with the A to the K with the mind of Marcus Garvey
Slangin' and rangin' them shots up out a big Glock
With hollow point bullets and bodies
No doubt Killaz
Lemon ass N***as
Shiver, cause' I'm deliverin' pain
Mix that motion coast it, roast it, toast it, tryna' maintain my brain
Smokin' on flames to calm my nerves
He's out like a mocking bird
N***as who disrespect get put n check n beat to the fuckin' curb
Check my words when I speak
Raised up on South Memphis Streets
Keepin' that heat up under my seat
When I creep cheifin' ona' swisher sweet
Superblink, eyes are red, cause' that chronic is in my head
With the wood wood grain grippin' Seagram sippin' keep on distributing lead
Superstitious, treatin' you bitches like a fuckin' bad disease
Everyday I pray and stay so high because it ain't no peace
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Comin' n creepin' runnin' out straight from 4 Corners
Who killin' it? It's just like a game I grip on my machete
N***as that wanna run up on the watch you go up in the flames
Silly ass n***as be killin' me, dyin' ain't no friend of me crucifix bitches like Paul
Chosen those folks cause these demons cause N.O.D. n***as we know the bullet cause
I am the empirical devil eye ritual channel man and while I'm blowin' the weed
I have committed them sins so therefore my life and his life is about to end
Because the weaker, you can tell my misfortunes, and demons is trying to take over my soul
Murder is all on my mind committed no crimes so watch the Glock explode
Evil forever, lyrical, ???? ??? ??? in front of me
At night I creep
Never sleep
But just like the clan we're on the creep
Like a black sheep over me bustas
Sight of my ear I show no fear my eyes unleash a tear
There's no fuckin' fear the end is near my mind has started to clear
Devil robbin' Frayser put you away so seein' the judgement day
God has punished you so I must stop you and put you your body inside a grave
Haven't you ever heard of?
These n***as that comin' to serve ya'
Your name is better be watchin' yo back and the havoc and causing mo murder

Next verse: Project Pimp
Runnin' and gunnin' a Project Pimp
And just once again fillin' your body with holes
All that damn shit you be talkin' about a playa
When you see me you get served a super bro
Project Pimp in this bitch, breakin' the law and shit
Rippin' yo body parts all in my mind
Send me the tryin' bitch answer me questions me why I committed like do all these crimes?
Murderer psychopath who in the fuck's sake
If you see me I be swingin' that blade
If you hear all about cats and you know the project the hoe is how I get paid
Fuck a bitch fuck a slut all them hoes eat a nut
Talkin' that shit then your blood I'ma spill
Bitch I got no quarter ounces no questions so see you bitches get off the hill
Ready to catch a case
Get out of my fuckin' face
N***as with triggaz that creep out the dark
Pistol grip 44. rap it like T and Project Pimp execute you n***as that block
Penn street inis bitch while I sell dope and shit
Police be duckin' and tryna roll past
Project Pimp holdin' me down with that N.O.D. thought it out and up out that damn hoe in a blast
Next verse: Tommy Wright
Straight from the depths of hell
Can't tell you where I been never dead with a trail
Two horns and a tail
Listen to my instruction
Lemme tell you how the Tommy Wright became a N***a Of Destruction
Nineteen-Ninety-One told my n***a Keith Dunn he was wit the shit I started movin' my bricks
Shelby drive movin' quarters and dimes in the front of the corner store
Brought up to our studio
Made that come up
N***as tried to run up
Then them people gun up
Now them n***as fucked up
We can shoot a young buck
Toxic got copped up shipped to the pen is why I hit it long
Once been a bum but that day is done got a three year deal with Select-O HOE
Mempho tapes under ground dick soft dick quick made a vid Tommy Wright will never fall
One phone call to my dog bout that hoe
Sick blow brain blow ratha' type of balance
Got enough cheese in my bank account just to have yo ahh killt' no matter tha' amount
N***a better try to be my friend in the end
I'ma be the n***a in the win again are you mad?
Never been that good with my mom but I still hit her witha' couple thousand every time to time
Mane do I wish all my n***as could've seen how I'm taking over Memphis but so many of 'em died
Got a gun in every part of my household in the shake junt still movin' bricks on the side
Ten Wanted Men and the group One Man Tommy haterz killa' gang but I'm impervious to pain
Other n***as still makin' mixtapes how the dick taste
Tommy is the name and Destruction is the game
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N-em-em-p ain't name takin' no shit punk
Got that pump off that bunk chump feel my trunk and jump punk it's all good in my hood when I'm smokin' that herb sucka'
That playa motha' fucka' that's gon' smother ya mother
As a child as a juvenile
Gangz and never was slang
I dealt with the worst as I worked for the dope
Man live the life of out here roller idea and never was killin'
My work will take chances as I sit back and chill
Playa of the year you should've been at my ball
Special guest of Noriega It was held in Panama
Life is short when you travel the road alone
Dope pushaz hog killaz murder and they stalk
Homeless kid on the street one was strong the other a slut
Gangz don't ever shut and the cops hate my guts
This is life not a intro
Things from the ghetto rock
Heads stick em' in
Crack houses in Mempho
Yeah it's no bullshit
It's the hand I was dealt with
Comin' up hard and all my life I'm a misfit

Next verse: Psycho D
Takin' my time doin' this shit right
Playa playa gettin' high
N - O to the Psycho D
N***a come and fly with me
Smokin' on that hella weed
Runnin' from the police
In my neighbor's backyard, folk behind that block
Layin' low with my scope I'd be damned fuck them folk
Psycho D I'm like lightning 1-2-3
I'm just lying OMB
Where I'm from? Ruben Street
Here I come
If I have to smack the crooked cop from the devil Glock
With that bullet that slaught
Don't make it drop
Another 9-0-2-0-1 with the fuckin' Glock

Next Verse:
Now this drug shit hits at any place at any time many nines have been popped at many crimes
Put you out you descent slay bitches make ritches
Soul stiches blow chicken no bitchin'
In my hood cause indo weed grow big
Hit the streets who you be N.M.P. on the creep
Just like endo fatanishia to drop them p zips
So I can boom what you assume release here
Run like a bitch when you hit with my shit
Since you split on yo clique sissy bitches take a diss
Now I got what you need to clock them g's
Keys and keys and trees all fine weed
Takes a year on the floor
Who gon' smoke all this dope
Chunky folks so hit them slopez
And get it on like super ????
But they got a newer way
Underground clown from the sewer way
Deep for the stick, if you creep you a p
I'm gon' hit to that g and you gon' end up 6 feet unda'
They got that thunder
??? ain't got no boy wonder
When I'm cheifin' I'm cheifin' thunda'
Renegade wield the hottest hottest and the bodies
Cryin' n***as just like ??? so I'm gon' stop listenin'
Fuckery
Luckily
You can't fuck with me
N.O.D. destruction straight fuckin'

Next verse: Frezno
Finna be the soul snatcher the n***a with Glocks ready to pop Freznosta
N***a that don't give a fuck about pullin' a trigger on you n***as
How you figure
You think I'm deep in that N.O.D
Can't you see we can't be stopped we be the kill a n***a ready to creep up on yo block
Deep in yo civilization nothin' that man paints is that war paint that fugitive known as Frezno with Francell for yo ass hoe
Creepin' up the flow with the different flow my Glocks attached to my side hoe
With extra clips pf hollow tips so when you slip you die hoe
Guess who it be de F R E Z N O D K Y L E D the ex better known as have them with them broke necks
Ain't no trippin' in the clique and grippin' on these bitchez slippin' grippin' on my tome whatchu' gonna do when I come for you?

Next verse:
On that dope that's a n***a comin' choke that's n***a Mac Kyle got yo head behind the scope why n***a aya aya ay gotta boy playa hate, the N***as Of Destruction got my arms at the gate
Y'all hoes can't not even fuck them realist the trillest I'm fuckin' you bitchez you feelingz stop robbin' you chosin' got put my damn glizzy ??? ??? you bitchez can't fuckin' face this
I'm sprayin' you bitches like black flag that ski mask with that 44 mag
We strapped with them thangs ready to blast that family on y'all busta ass
Raised as a thug on them drugs and it's how I live to the day that I motha' fuckin' die livin' Mac Kallib I'ma give it to you

Next Verse: Lil' Dex
I'ma lil' skinny motha' fucka' but n***a I ain't goin'
And I might not stand that much ground but it's penn town we ain't glowin'
I'm throwin' grenades and raidin' yo block and gettin' away from the cops
And nobody knows who's causin' these hoes to pull murders on shitz that we ball
They labeled me lunatic be on yo p's and q's the news is sick
These motha' fuckas' bustas don't act white shit so please watch out for yo kids
Not sayin' much it's just what I am the ounces is out on my lead
I'm just a n***a havin' them visions and pyscho with N.O.D. See
I feel like n***as like me gonna be breakin' these hoes for cheese
Dexter down with the east side shit busy jit this is N.O.D
N***as Of Destruction, N***as On Dope? call us whatever you wanna
With Frezno, Mac Kyle, Dexter, Big Al, Tom Skee and we out this junt

Outro:
Sheittt the Dexter east side N.O.D
It's them fringe when they run and I told ya

TW3RD: Yo wazzup, Tommy Wright 3rd up inis motha' fucka'
I wanna tell all my n***as out there get that new CD comin' out in three moe weeks nation wide Tommy Wright hoe producer of the year bitch down N.O.D

Yeah yeah Mac mutha' fuckin Kyle N.O.D. for motha' fuckin life Nineteen-Ninety-Six baby smokin' one n***a

Yeah all them motha' fuckas down with N.O.D. and them friends know y'all know who you is keep that shit goin' playas yeah

Yueh ha hah hah ha ha hah hah yeah n***a dude fuck you bitch yeah n***a yeah bitch it's them freakz

Yeah evil flaunt in this motha' fucka' Four corners bow down N.O.D. hoe go get that soul rager tape

Lil', Lil' Jessy James in this motha' fucka' for the Nine-Six I want you to be lookin' out for my new tape soon know what I'm sayin' with the autoclick know what I'm sayin' what's up Lil' L an all tho shits know what I'm sayin' my lil brother ??? ?? ??? ight I'm out this bitch
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