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I’m a driver, but a mafia type

My mind goes on with rhymes as I stop at the light

I’m in a taxi cab, yellow and black like Kalifa

I got about twenty pounds of weed in my speaker

In downtown, I get flagged down by a passenger

Under my seat lies the crown 40-caliber

«Where to?» I ask her, she replies «South»

My rear-view shows she blows smoke from her mouth

I’m turned up, she’s turned out and burnt out

Running from a pimp who ripped her perm out

I listen to the truths of the youth misguided

I used to turn tricks 'til it got too violent

Her eye-lid swollen shut the left side

I drive to the 110 at the west side

The year she was hexed to sex the next guy

Her skirt’s turned aside revealing the left thigh

I get off on Cage, left on Vigaroa (?)

She asked where I’m going, I banked another corner

She’s digging in the purse for the next cigarette

And didn’t notice the gun I pointed to her head

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel

(I'm wanna tell you how I feel, 'cause on the real, yo, I’m out to kill)

I want to drive you through the night, down the hills

(I wanna drive you down the hill, into a field where you cannot squeal)

I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear

(So swift, nobody can hear; I know you’re scared, I can feel your fear)

I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear

(No fear, I’m your worst nightmare, I’m right here whispering in your ear)

There’s something inside you

It’s hard to explain

They’re talking about you, boy

But you’re still the same

I’m a driver, fled a catholic church

I’ve got the body of a priest in the back of my hearse

I’ve got a shoddy on my seat, my immaculate thirst

Is over-ridden by the vision of my passenger’s worth

I’m writing a passionate verse, I’m laughing at first

Thinking about Jesus Christ and his Nazareth birth

Yo, I’ve been paid to kill by the men at the Clop (?)

So I engrave the steel with evangelist thoughts

I turn right as the street light illuminates my windshield

I envision religion and picture all the men killed

I’m like a hit-man from Afghanistan’s soil

Whose loyal wife was murdered for blood-soaked oil

My insides boil with memories of the past

I wash away the pain with Hennessy in the glass

My foot hits the gas, the car does a flip

And flies off the cliff, 'cause this is it

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel

I want to drive you through the night, down the hills

I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear

I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear

There’s something inside you

It’s hard to explain

They’re talking about you, boy

But you’re still the same

Oh no, what have I become?

Someone that you can’t run from

Death have I become

Immaculate destruction

And you’re all alone, alone, alone, alone, alone

And soon I will become the one

Who runs amongst the slums

Of most the victims

And you’re all alone

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