Sit back, wonder why others//rely on task-force-for-cover?//
They ass so afraid//Askin feds for passports-so-lovers//
Get protection//It's mandatory my connects-run//To Hand-a-story//
Where I live//Don't cry-at-death//Some were banned-for-mournin//
In the harsh jungles// Always thinkin that survival-of-the-fittest//
Meant rappin ya way up//Til you capture titles-from-the-district//
Seems I'm the lucky-one//While I bang ya girl//Get my penis-warm//
You fail bustin-guns//Spleen-&-arms scattered//Like it's vietnam//
Die thinkin of ya best friend Bush//So ya know fillers-designed//
Were destined to go//Plus the flows that killed-ya-are-mines//
Still-define-nights//Smokin, drinkin Bud when the time's-right//
Have a Miller-High-Life// It's stronger than ya killer-lime-light//