I got my poker face on, but for your crew it wouldn't work...
You'll have a heart attack, when I hit the sleeve of ya shirt...
Retreat to your turf, WarLords not biting, they just barking...
No matter what, Infact. stays in front like handicap parking...
Im steadily marking...everyone knows that im beatin you Warrior whores...
cos the truth is T-Pound is more washed up than the evening chores...
ya back entrance is open doors, it's true pal..soft spoken but i make the tools shout ..
cats think i'm into beastiality, the way i'm takin ewe out..
without-a doubt, smackin this kid right to left.. T-Pound never wrote any bomb text..
look for him at memorial day, only time he'll be seen with vets...
voters place ya bets n take a guess, I think you know who'll be "cumin" up high n who will drop...
minute I said that Pound startin squirtin seamen off his roof top...