The Last One

Destruction, destruction, it's time to feed the basic need.
This animosity's found a way to bleed through every inch of me.
Idly, mixed itself within my psychology,
Broken free; now it's time to face this MONSTROSITY.
Feel the bass hit, as ya face splits.
The reason this happened, is cuz you got complacent.
You'll never notice a real Killa; he shadowed by the dark.
Never hear a killa bark, only ever see 'em spark.
After he hit you, then he gona go straight to ya home.
And it's .45th bliss, just like this, against everyone you've ever known.
Stop the beat, pick up the heat, get hot with me-
Nothin will ever be what it's supposed to be till it's got to be.

You thought you could stop me, but it just ain't goin down that way.
24-7 I'm holdin down the Show Me State.
If you're feelin hify, visit us any day,
cuz motha fucker, Misery loves the company.

Rougher and tougher, his head is fucked like no other,
If you see him runnin up your block, mother fuckers TAKE COVER
Unrehearsed with every verse, locked and loaded on 3 round burst.
In with this, wickedness, repin the corner of Bad and Worse.
In my mind's eye, I can see you die.
Children’s' screams and bloody scenes incessantly invade my dreams
Upon your knees, wondering if that gun will fire.
You're soon to see insanity for divinity is within me.
I'm up with the Mossberg, the double barrel hitta, splitta
I'm takin 10 shots, and puttin 10 of them bitches all up in ya.
Rockin ya back, I'm droppin ya back, we'll see how long you stand.
When the wrath of God is loaded with hollow tips and in my hand.

You thought you could stop me, but it just ain't goin down that way.
24-7 I'm holdin down the Show Me State.
If you're feelin hify, visit us any day,
cuz motha fucker, Misery loves the company.

Who I be, is simply Cherokee.
Mixed the blood of the Devil with blood of the truest G.
So place ya bets, I'm giving ya'll a 100-1.
But I guarantee I'll be on top with a flash of light and the smoke of the gun.
I'm comin at you motha fucka straight declarin WAR.
Our beef will soon be pooling into bloody pockets on the floor.
Load shots into glocks if ya aim to even the score.
But be warned- I'ma 100 deep, so what you loadin for?
It's a long fuckin fall, when we talkin 13 high
You best be gettin to prayin for salvation, while you still got time
Don't ever question my gangsta, or think even think about testin.
Cuz every bitch that’s ever tried has died, from hollow tip ingestion

You thought you could stop me, but it just ain't goin down that way.
24-7 I'm holdin down the Show Me State.
If you're feelin hify, visit us any day,
cuz motha fucker, Misery loves the company.