Lyrics Fulla Dat Funk - Baker Ya Maker feat. Hydra

When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it, kill it
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
Smokin with the devil
My eyes dark like the barrel
Of this rusted black tone, to your dome
You best beware of
This pimp with the shady grin
Murders the new way to win
I have no fear
If I shall sin
Ain't scared of what lies at the end
Smoke a blunt to the head
Now I think I'm high
Visions of my death
And all I see is I'm consumed by fire
Evil starts to show and you're letting these demons grow
Planted all throughout my life
It's just some time until I'm rose
So mystic-mystic with this ignorant shit that I spit
You bitches trippin with that bullshit comin out your lips
Your turn shall come
And then you'll see really if truth exists
Beliefs are crushed when you really see what lies after this
Pain equals trouble and in this life, I'm getting double
Every day I'm hatin more
And all I'm wantin is your suffer
Just a playa bout to kick it
With this devilishtic business
If you want me come and get me
Find me when I come for vengeance
Slicing cutting with my blade
This violence seems to be the way
Have range from all those darker days
Release them and just lay to waste
Any busta tryna step
Come test the mess your ready for death
We know the creep so keep on deck
My click so thick we slay what's left
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it, kill it
Clicked up with my demons
The devil got me speaking in the tongues
Violent thoughts up in my head
Just a cracker from the dump
With a crooked soul
Come and find me deep alone
I'll soon re-surge
I will prevail
This evil shit is all I know
Put the gun up to your head
Hoe it's time to die
Pray up to your god and then you'll come to find he's just a lie
Blood it starts to flow
I pull the trigger
Now his it's over
Stand around your fuckin body while ya rot and decompose
So cryptic-cryptic with this devil shit
We coming thick
I thought you knew it's homicide if your talkin shit
I got a bullet with your life imprinted on it trick
These bustas cower when they see what sickness really is
Blood slowly traveling down my face
I whip it clean and then I take another step into the darkness
Eyes are black
You feel my face
I love the pain
I love the death
It be my curse to turn you red
Up in the flames, I live forever
I'ma killa
Creepin-creepin wit my fuckin mask and my knife
Commits the blastin of the soul for my
Collections where this murder be my havoc
Come and test me
Think I'm playin
Up in hell is where I stayin with my brothers
In the Trio secret lair
Coming from the depths
We supervising, take what's left inside
The urges take ahold
I want this world to burn to death
If you're fuckin wit my click
That's your mistake, we'll leave you stiff
A sacrifice is what it is
You can't escape your fate you bitch
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
Almost time to kill it man
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
When I, when I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man
Almost time to kill it man
Almost time to kill it man
When I get fulla dat P-Funk
Almost time to kill it man