find where ya bar, throw you in my car
rape you in the back, leave you with mental scars
that shits sick like smack heads or pediophelia,
really im arrangin gang fights like quadrophenia
people say I'm feeling ya, I respond who cares
ill be sitting bunning skunk while my nas tune blares
I'm from where ya compare your nike airs to ya welfare
and days without police scares are madd rare
i tear through my life, not stopping to consider
blast you with lyrics I deliver, while u gasp holding ya liver