Im locked up in a straight jacket/tired of these stupid ass faggots/who want me deceased in a casket/but dogg its time to pass it/the gun, the silencer and the ammo/im not even gonna lay-low/ima do this in broad daylight/fuck the night/im gettin in a gun-fight/im killin all these wanna-be thugs in sight/fuck wrong or right/im doin this cuz im pissed/and this rage is gettin released outside the cage/and Ill fuck up you, your family and your fuckin crew/im tired of these pissed off stares/ill fuck you up regardless/even if ya got the sars scare/you wont get far/even you in your fast lil car/cuz ya cant beat fire and rage/

"The rain cant stop the fire/the cage cant contain the rage/im no liar/but ya need murder for hire/get me so hot I burn off flames/any kids are game/speak my name/cuz the fire and rage/"

Im not even speakin on faggot ass dick suckaz/im talkin about any crazy mothafuckaz/bullets couldnt even stop this heart/fuck you bitch dont even start/dont speak, dont even fart/ill shoot ya up with blow-darts/and once ya start twitchin/and then I'll start switchin/from the blow dart to a gun puttin a bullet through ya heart/who cares if i only wiegh 160/Ill knock you ass out even if ya double my size/it wont be easy/but it sure will be a surprise/and we fight till someone dies/no mothers there to cry/you can come drunk or high/i dont give a fuck/but bring some speed to be able to duck/and get your rabbit's foot for some luck/but thats fire and rage/

"The rain cant stop the fire/the cage cant contain the rage/im no liar/but ya need murder for hire/get me so hot I burn off flames/any kids are game/speak my name/cuz the fire and rage/"

All these mothafuckaz comin off crazy/but they as sweet as daisy's/plus they wont even diss me/cept when they with they homiez/and sayin they gonna show me/a real thugged out gangsta/but homie you an acta/and you laugh when im not there/but you dont even dare/to speak my name with any anger/cuz ill fuck your punk ass up stranger/you think these are juvenile threats/lets fuckin bet/ima see a couple squads/ya better be prayin to god/cuz im gonna be swingin/guns i wont be bringin/so dont even be thinkin that/but you get yo gat/ill get mine/or maybe just a bat/cuz who's a pussy with no spine/a bitch with homiez who snitch/stop the rumors/cuz im fuckin you up like a tumor/cuz im lettin the rage out/lettin the fire spread/till you done and gone/