yo kid, what be up wit all that religious talk/
well you need it, cause god wont be able from you gettin ya ass stomped//
you goin down, past the earths core/
maybe to hell, where yu'll be treated like a whore//
you need to take a break like a kit-kat bar/
cause yu'll ass will soon be sein stars//
i run up on on you like i was a dog and yous a cat/
and hit up wit racks, gats and aluminum bats//
you aint hard you a pussy/
a scared mutha fucka who see me and turn in to a wussy//
you ben played out and wasted/
you moms said i was sweet, afta i whipped it(dick) out and she tasted//
i hope you know the you gone like jesus/
call me the messiah, cause yu'll be askin me for mercy cause you need it//