finger on the trigger
 

Don't question my potential cuz i'm a rap assassin
You couldn't RIP me up if was made outta NAPKINS
Half these bastids couldn't get their fans back
while i'm wrappin their caskets in seran wrap
Smothered em' up;locked up; makin sure they don't leave
Poked holes in the side, so the worms could breathe
I'm composing these lyrics while they're decomposing
Kidnapped the mom without the family knowing
How MC's gonna be hard wearin a pink sweater
Couldn't get a word in thats bigger than six letters
Spotted u in the distance; corner of 8th & Boztall
Left eye's twice as better than Lee Harvey Oswald
Finger on the trigger wit the camera in hand
Blew off his fuckin head at the hot-dog stand


thas it....jus sumtin of the top of my head holla back