Ill Lynch Solja On A Tree, & Pierce Thru His Plastic Armour.
I Mean Your Lyrical Barracks, Is Just A Wackness Harbour.
Im Playin On Ya Name, Punchs'll Leave Ya Fuckin' Shell Shocked.
Impale A Stars & Stripes Flagpole In Ya Sinus, That'll Leave Ya Dome Rocked.
Run Outta Clips Soulja? Well Drop The Act & Gimme' Fifty!
Your Shootin' Blanks Dipshit, Thats Why They Fucking Missed-Me.
Dont Get The Punchs? Then Dont Vote But Hes Been Officially Ripped.