[Neighbor]

Nobody listens, I gotta lot of ground to cover
Bullets go in one ear & out the other

I like to let my gun stare in the face of a fallen victim
If he wakes, he'll want the hair of the dog that bit him

I'm insane, I was raised in a crazy family
Where we kill our own kind like Casey Anthony

Quick to pick up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top
Kill the kids; too little, too big to adopt

But why spend cash on snacks & Sun Chips
When I could spend a stack on gats & gun clips?

Y'all just throwin a whole lotta shit at the wall
I'm throwin a mix of nitrogen & glycerol
We get the pistols from the Big & Tall
You in the trash, your phone got a million missed calls