You think you all that
you aint even got a ghat
I hit you over the head with a bat
till you crack
You need 10 gallons of gas for your
Monte carlo you aint nothin
but a fuckin huncho
I pull out the revlover
you think you still cool
wait till i give you what ive got for you
8 rounds loaded in the chamber
all of them are for you
You try to run from it but it makes it worse
Its just like a curse
smack your seeing red
Its the motherfuckin bloodshed
oh no your dead