Trash on the interstate, only times I seen-him-pick-up/
Can't capture this king straight, cause he's a-bishop/
Don't get jealous of flows ya sell-us/ I have-to-delete-it/
Masterpieces more fruity than a faggot-has-peaches/
No way he poppin/ In shootouts, he revolves-the-coldest-gun/
Your hopes-are-done/Way of life's Section 8/Call-it-low-income/
As I murder-you/ Ya personal crew's bringing the Ha-Ha's-galore/
Dump ya off in green-acres to ferment/ Now ya Czar-Czar-Gabor/