(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 vs 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 changes, time to rearrange
So love a dinosaur that you can't tame
I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game
Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim
Fuck a balla, I represent the 313
With Tek 9's and green trees, it's 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 juggahos till I load up my glock
Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems
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
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dying to use
Play games with this killa and your destined to lose
Mental stress, keeping 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 dissagree
Let these hollow points change ya 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
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
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 its 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 my 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
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Anybody Killa's song "Hollowpoint" paint a violent picture of the artist's mindset, as he imagines himself as a "wig splitta" with a Tek 9 and a pocket full of bullets. ABK's descriptions of "curbside gangbanging" and "gunsmoke from bullet holes" suggest a world of constant danger, where survival depends on vigilance and quick reflexes. He portrays himself as an "average individual" who just happens to be a "killa," but clearly relishes the power and control that come with that label.

The song's chorus emphasizes the importance of "hollow points" - bullets with a hollow tip that expand upon impact and cause greater damage to their target. ABK sees hollow points as a metaphor for his own life, suggesting that he too is hollow and unpredictable. He warns anyone who tries to cross him that "things will never be the same," suggesting that his violent impulses could spiral out of control at any moment. The song's aggressive tone and vivid imagery serve to establish ABK's reputation as a dangerous and unpredictable force within the hip-hop world.

Line by Line Meaning

Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa
Let me show you what it's like to be a killer, from my perspective

Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!)
I am affiliated with the Dark Carnival, a group of psychopathic individuals who will split wigs (kill people) at any time

Mood changes, time to rearrange
My emotions are shifting and it's time for me to make some changes

So love a dinosaur that you can't tame
I am like a wild dinosaur that cannot be controlled

I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game
I am serious about bringing pain and death, don't mistake me for playing a game

Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim
I am from Detroit, specifically the Eastside, and that is where I belong

Fuck a balla, I represent the 313
I do not care about being a baller, I proudly represent the Detroit area code of 313

With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury
Having Tek 9 guns and marijuana (green trees) is a luxury that I enjoy

This how it is and I ain't changing for shit
I am not willing to change who I am or how I live for anyone or anything

Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip
I have no regard for the world or anyone in it, I am always on edge looking for someone to mess with

I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be
I am tired of waiting for amateur thugs to step up and show me what they're made of

Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it underground
I keep my activities secretive and hidden to avoid drawing attention from those who would make me stop

And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop
I make music for my fan base, the juggalos, who keep it real and genuine

Keep away from juggahos till I load up my glock
I am warning people to stay away from me until I have armed myself with my gun

Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems
There are serious issues and conflicts in Detroit that we are dealing with constantly

And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them
My friends and I are using guns to try and solve the problems we face in our community

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I am in control of the game when I have hollow point bullets

I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You need to be careful when handling a gun with hollow point bullets, because the consequences will be serious

I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dying to use
I have a new Tek 9 gun that I am eager to use

Play games with this killa and your destined to lose
Anyone who tries to mess with me or challenge me is going to regret it

Mental stress, keeping me alive
The stress of my lifestyle actually keeps me feeling alive and alert

Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night
I am using gunpowder like a drug to get myself amped up for a night of violence

Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches
I am engaging in gang activity on the streets with some less serious and less dedicated individuals

Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches
Bullets from my gun will leave you dead and buried

I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict
Despite my violent tendencies, I see myself as just another person trying to survive on the streets

Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick
I always have a stash of bullets on me, ready to use at any time

You ask my name (ABK!), you know the game ain't changed
I am ABK (Anybody Killa) and I have always been a killer, nothing has changed

Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same
I have been given a reputation as a killer, and I live up to that title by shooting anyone who crosses me

As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude
I am no different from any other person carrying a gun and having an attitude to match

Running through the streets, acting rude
I act tough and disrespectful while moving quickly through the streets

So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus
Others can hate me if they want, but I will continue to stay focused on my goals

And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (LOTUS!)
I will keep using the knowledge and techniques of the Dark Carnival, represented by the Lotus symbol

Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree
I am a member of the psychopathic community for life, and anyone who disagrees with that will face my wrath

Let these hollow points change ya mind!
My use of hollow point bullets will convince anyone who doubts my power or intentions

I feel the urge to murder, there's no need to cure me
I have a strong desire to kill and do not see it as something that needs to be fixed or treated

Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury
I have killed seven people and feel a sense of rage when it is dark out

Is it true that the people who you hang with, rub off?
Do the people you associate with have an influence on your behavior and actions?

Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off?
Is that why Violent J and I have a shared fascination with and tendency to decapitate women?

Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up
Picture waking up feeling strangled and unable to breathe

And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up
Then needing to grab a knife and kill someone in order to survive

The types of shit most people call unreal
These are the sort of things that most people would never believe to be real

But its the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill
But I find that this kind of violence is what makes me feel alive, and the only way to deal with problems is through killing

Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train
I am completely insane and out of control, like a train barreling out of control

With the empty fucking wallet so there's so much to gain
Even though I am broke, there is so much to gain by getting involved in the world of crime and violence

If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real with you?
If you are attracted to me or my lifestyle, do you think I will be honest and genuine with you?

Turn my back and let my hollow points drill into you
If you cross me or try to mess with me, I will shoot you with my hollow point bullets without hesitation

What type of person do you think that I am?
What sort of impression do you have of me based on my behavior and actions?

Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?)
Just because we had a polite conversation and shook hands does not mean I won't turn on you and kill you

Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you
Do not be foolish enough to think that I am incapable of hurting or killing you

Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to
I only shoot those who I feel have done something to deserve it, in my eyes

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