For starters, you betta watch ya-self son//
I might be forced to pull outta glok and *cap-one*// (Capone)

On uh piece of paper, I'ma *draw* a gun// (you draw a gun..then shoot)
Despite'cha luck, bud, you fatality numba one//

If you wanna try to keep fuckin' with me//
Mommy and Daddy are gunna make fatalitys two and three//

I look at my fists thinkin: I'ma beat you *with~these*// (with~these sounds like *with ease*)
Bitch, please, You know I'm not down with trailor park sleeze//

In bitch slapped, you were actin' all bad//
But even before the battle started..you were had//