Public Execution - I.M.P

(Count time!

Everybody by your mother fucking cells!

West block, lockdown

North block, lockdown

Mainline, lockdown

Cougnut!

Whats up porky pig?

Roll your mother fucking shit up it’s your time)

[Verse 1: Cougnut)

It’s my time

Shipped from the mainline

Time to go to the box with the gas flow

Shackled in I’m being fronted by a camera crew

HBO finally made pay-per-view

Fought the case for a year to election

Got fucked with that rigged-ass jury selection

And that wasn’t cool, proposition 115 here’s the evidence rule

Now I’m labeled as a murdered

DA jocking like fuck to be the governor

Not to mention it’s political

Situation critical, the jury didn’t feel me though

They said I murdered this lady

Execution style, in front of a fucking baby

Wash me up for that hot one

They new I didn’t do it cause' ballistics checked the fucking gun

Then they framed me with that nonsense

They knew goddamn well they weren’t my mother fucking finger prints

They just want to label me

Menace to society with psychopathic history

So they framed me for a shooting

The jury said guilty, public execution

(Instead of twenty-five, I got public execution, public execution)

(So Cougnut, can you explain to our audience how it was as a youngster growing

up in and out of correctional facilities?)

Dying in a hell hole

I should have took the deal at first, life with no parole

Instead of taking it to trial, I knew I was when they pulled my god damn file

Since a youngster, been a hanger

Had to stay strapped for any hard head gang banger

Plus I didn’t play

Fourteen and for possession of that HK

Got released when I was sixteen

The game had changed

I’m serving 'caine at the dope fiends

Got same game from my OG

Doing life with no parole, fuck a 62 to 3

Doing time since a minor

Thought at twenty one I should retire but I grew higher

Dug deeper in the system

One hard head mother fucker, got to pay 'cause I wouldn’t listen

Facing this fuck charge

Rotting in a cell when I could have been living large

Now I’m counted out, now that’s one less dark nigga on the block to worry 'bout

To avoid all confusion, order in the court, public execution

(Instead of twenty-five, I got public execution, public execution)

Situation ill

Didn’t take the deal so now I’m chewing on my last meal

Gotta go you don’t feel me though

To make my last video, courtesy of death row

Politicians is a trip, execute a nigga on TV just to catch a grip

Goon squad got the menace cocked

Feds gotta gimick for that ass called trigger lock

Head up high with an evil grin

Seeing parts of the pen that I been but never will again

Heart beating 'cause it’s time

Walking up to, I’m hearing 'dead man on the line'

Getting ready for the flesh smell

The smell of bodies cause I know I’m going straight to hell

I’m on no one to regret it

But this is what you get when you’re too fucking hard headed

Being viewed by an audience

Damn I wish I would of tried to hit that mother fucking fence

Instead of going through this bullshit

Fuck it, I’m here so Mr. Warden get it over with

Some last words of advice, fuck you politicians I’ll see you in the next life