My desert eagle bangs harder than four fifteen inch subs
When i spit my rhymes i get ur mind spinnin faster than dubs
Talk shit imma cut all ur fingers off n leave u wit stubs
Im starting my reign just like the chicago cubs
My rhymes hit u harder than bats made of pine
Only thing i got corked is a bottle of white wine
The way ill deal wit fake emcees is put u all in a line
Unload a round wit fury leavin ur vision blurry
Your dyin out just like Keith Murray
Now i gotta dip outta there in a hurry
Cuz the cops on the way n i dont wanna c da jury
