how the fuck are you from minneapolis, cross over the border//
last time i only dared you to try an dissappear, now its an order//
fuck with this ill rhyme horder, runnin with an AK an a mortar//
youre bound to get blowed like poppin x an smokin a quarter//
talents already small, my tape recorder will make it shorter//
tellin me why im anonmous, in my business like a reporter//