A dark night (dark, dark)

(Yayo)

Turn this bitch into Virginia Tech, ayy

Got the chopper just to make ′em wet, ayy

Dynamite around my vest, ayy

We them G-59 terrorists, ayy, ayy

Keep throwin' threats, and I′ll keep yawning

Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking

Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking

I'm from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans

The smell of death is so, so familiar

I'm that silhouette, that all black figure

Grave-digger, gray killer, Lil Cut Throat

Drag ′em to the river, watch his fucking body float

(Dark, dark)

(Yayo)

(Dark, dark)

(Yayo)

Two empty pill bottles, I′m fucking duckin'

I can′t call my plug no more, oh no, but I'll prolly say fuck it

Oh, how I love it, really, it ain′t for discussion

But the truth ain't that far from it

I keep on buggin′, like fuck it, I'ma say it

Like fuck it, I'ma fuck up

Like fuck it, I′m a fuck-up, and it′s fucked up

It's just my dumb luck, it′s just my dumb luck

You'll never put me down more than I have

You′d have been down, and it's more than I have

Fake fucking smile with the knife in my back

Fake fucking child, bitch, that′s just how you act

(Dark, dark)

(Yayo)

(Dark, dark)

(Yayo)