if u shinin a golden swan
why u whinin wen meks holdin the wand
cast a magic spell on you suddenly a tragic deth fell on you
such type a ladder in the eye
final destination 2 is phatta wen u high,
but u wouldnt know nuthin bout that
u all about bluffin i dont doubt that
talk about a barn well u can shout dat
ya lyrics aint hittin tha broad side dat shit
leave'a ded body on the side'a broad and hide dat shit
not u tho, i neva shot no ho
clever enuff is never enuff
when u try severin meat a little to tough