I'm an animal on-stage, off the top cometh, somethin you cannot stomache so dont bother to run from it/
just tell me if you really feelin me, I'm the guillotine of this rap, the milli-mete cracks, the illest G thats spillin these raps/
See I'm on it, but I hate it when a corner I'm backed in, so my only option is to make accidents happen/
mines a double life...tried to make my sack name fit it, till deuce dub got bruised up...guess that came wit it/
see I've had less, but mad stressin the fact over the last three months, my address...best friends sofa/
so quit starin at me fairy, what are you gay queerer? than watchin 2 fags fuck from behind a 2-way mirror/
Yo im back for another crack at it like a smack addict, magnetic to the bag gotta get it...then cut it/
I let my fury become part of my raps, spit sick in the booth...inflict truth till my body collapse/ 1