aight....here it is

I don't give a fuck who you are or who you represent//
got my bags full of weapons 'gens//
'bout to cap his ass like some president//
just kill 'em and destroy all the evidence//
thinks he's clever, call it neglegent//
why the fuck am I standin' here battlin' the brat?
lemme tell you somethin', your shit is wack//
watch your back, cause when I get mad, I whip snap//
and soon you get a split lip that's fat//
or i just might whip out my chain saw and go rip rip,
and that'll be the end of it.