i'm fuckin sick of waiting and meditating murders on niggahs who hating i bait hooks to draw yall in and when you enter the room thats when it all begins i hit you over the head with my empty bottle of gin flip you over and stuff your ass in a @#%$ trash bin i kill you and then take out your kin cause my hate boils from within yall ain't got heat you just spittin tin ready to commit any sin like a grenade that doesn't got the pin i'm ready to blow at any time just waiting to begin my next crime bust gats two at a time straight in a line no reason or rhyme just the season for me to shine seperate from this grime make yall speechless like a mime flashing my sign to my thugs in the glen niggah i'm an 11 out of 10 you understand the message i send making backs bend no license to pend just a license to kill and believe i will like a cold chill peel of skin like orange peels keeping twentys on my wheels lowrider with the mad handles to feel eighty mile an hour turns keep the thrill i slit niggas throats like i'm giving gills so they can breath twenty thousand leagues under the sea i walk the streets freely cause the feds can't see me i'm like hollow man with devious plans to make more cash then allan greenspan shake my hand and become part of the fam cause if you ain't my @#%$ man i leave you heated like a frying pan freestyle some @#%$ back with some impact aight