Naw,i aint trippin/
But i know ya sweat drippin/
now ya got a puddle full of sweat/
mama just smacked you,cuz you got the carpet wet/
aight then,im a dead solja/
but dont think its ova/
I gave ya a sample,now its time to blow ya/
What the fuq are you,the ginny breadman/
Now its time to rip ya heart,wit my left hand/