Want RV dollars? Ass whoopins is this own mans damn currency/
Oh no! A lyrical terrorist! Somebody call HomeLand Security!/
You a terrorist? Pfftt.. You just tryna look sick/
I'll give you a cracked spine like I was openin books bitch/
You lookin in compartments tryna find where the shottys at/
My lyrics'll tense you up like you was wearin a body cast/
Im comin to get you, while im grabbin a gun im thrilled to hold/
Ya ryhme scheme is just like a mesh shirt, filled with holes/
Battle first? Well after a while then I can choke you later/
Cuz I got more fuckin lines than on blank notebook paper/
I'll still beat your fuckin ass and I roll with skaters/
See my rings and sometimes they think i owned the Lakers/
I drop bombs on site, explosions blowin ya chest and spine/
Then roll a blunt with any of your fuckin flesh I find/
I don't show no mercy, you can beg and beg/
Im treatin you liek your own victims, cut off your head and leg/


I hope you all knwo what Homeland security is..
Cracked spine, spines of the books crack when you open them..
Those terrorists cut off that guys head in that video.. R.I.P.