“Two separate worlds
Opposites, yet alike in so many many ways 
Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other 
The war of good versus evil
Which is which you decide 
Only one thing will outlast both armies  
Only one thing will survive in the end 
And that special magical little item is that of which we call
The hollow tipped bullet” 
 
Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa 
Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (Anybody) 
Mood change, it’s time to rearrange 
So love a dinosaur that you can’t tame 
I bring pain (bring pain) 
What you think I’m playing a game 
Detroit is my home Eastside’s what I claim (yup…yup) 
Fuck a balla I represent the 313 
Where Tek 9’s and green trees is a luxury 
This how it is and I ain’t changing for shit 
Fuck the earth mean mugging waiting for someone to trip 
I’m sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be thugs to quit, 
That’s why I keep it underground and drop the killa shit 
For juggalos that keep it real non-stop 
Keep away from juggahoes until I load up my glock 
Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems (Psychopathically) 
And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them 
 
[Chorus] 
You can’t tell me anything 
Hollow points control the game 
I can tell you watch the trigger 
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) 
You can’t tell me anything 
Hollow points control the game 
I can tell you watch the trigger 
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) 
 
I gotta brand new Tek that I’m dying to use 
Play games with this killa and you’re destined to lose 
Mental stress (yup) keeping me alive (me alive) 
Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night 
Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches 
Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches 
I’m just an average individual street slanging convict 
Pocket full of bullets ready to use them up quick 
You ask my name (ABK!) you know the game ain’t changed 
Labeled as a killa busting caps all the same 
As any other mothafucka with a piece and a little bit of attitude 
Running through the streets acting rude 
So hate if you want to but I’ma keep my focus 
And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!) 
Psychopathic and I’m down for life 
And anyone who disagrees let these hollow points change your mind 
 
[Chorus] 
You can’t tell me anything 
Hollow points control the game 
I can tell you watch the trigger 
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) 
You can’t tell me anything 
Hollow points control the game 
I can tell you watch the trigger 
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) 
 
I feel the urge to murder there’s no need to cure me 
Seven lives under the light at night I’m filled with fury 
Is it true that the people who you hang with rub off 
Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off 
Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up 
And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up 
The types of shit most people call unreal 
But it’s the thing that makes you feel the way to deal is just to kill 
Crazy, ballistic cause my head is a train 
With the empty fucking wallet so there’s so much to gain 
If I appeal to you do you think I keep it real with you 
Turn your back and let my hollow points drill into you 
What type of person do you think that I am 
Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands  
(How ya doing? What’s up?) 
Don’t get it in your head that I would never hurt you 
Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to 
 
[Chorus] 
You can’t tell me anything 
Hollow points control the game 
I can tell you watch the trigger 
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) 
You can’t tell me anything 
Hollow points control the game 
I can tell you watch the trigger 
Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) 
 
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