Cranniums are cracked when da punchline iz thrown/
Its like cement stones are beein droped on ya dome/
when da bat come out u run "home"/
when da goin gets tough u get gone..

Loadin up nines an huggin da trigga/
Lettin full blast nine lines put holes in ya slippas/

Hot lines give niggas uh third degree burn/
ya mom said dont play wit fire but u'll never learn/

Hot heat scorchin makin da fake men turn ta cowards/
theres enough light from da heat ta run cars dats solar powered/

thermometer stats goin straight threw da roof/
enough flame 2 take u and uh whole army troop/

slugga aint ready 4 war cuz i drop lyrical bombs/
da blast hit ya stomache an blow out ya spine from behind