yo fran...settle down son...you bound to win one...you an eager beaver
and a mouf breather...my thoughts smash against yo crotch...like a Pan to yo Peter
follow me...i spillz yo blood by the Liter...til you fulla clots
you a blown spot...rockin yo polkadots ina haltertop...at tha homo hop
i be like Robocop...i went and corrected yo prime directive...now you bite detective
you couldn't even deduce shit...so you ride dicks and try to do what tha BRUCE* did
hey stupid...flyin' off like a stool pidg...narcin'on what i did to you
witness protection ain't protectin' you...i've put the hit out on bitches so much more blessed than you
yo...ya corporation took a loss...i be the boss at tha industry of murdering
now i'm furthering...think ya company needs ta downsize ya franchise to a burger king