popa doc's gettin knocked, B4 im puttin 'em in shock./
im tha doc with tha surgical glock. wit a bullet tha size of a rock./
puttin a hole in his head, makin him tha site for an 'AND-1-DEMO'./
their U-haulin him away in multiple trips usin 2 hurses 'AND-1-LIMO./
cuz i sprayed his body into particles as if it wer tha 4th of july./
his blood shootin up like fire works, body parts fallen from tha sky./
ppl think its heavenly "rib-eye" and be rushin tha-streets./
collectin his thighs, legs and feets. fillen ther kids sacks with lunch-meats./
even given the family poodle a few dog treats,at least no bodies starvin./
ppl carvin and savin 'em in "GLAD-WARE", givin reason to startin fridges and keep 'em chargin./
im throwin hate at your face./
rubbin grace all over tha place./
cuz when im sendin you hate its better than death./
shankin yor neck, punk'cher yor chest- effecctin yor existance and stealin yor breath./