Pause, lyrically im clappin this cat, but hold ya appluase,
even in texas* you couldnt come close to me wit a chainsaw*,
ya slain because the master of disasters leavin massacres*,
and im the type to leave ya body parts in ticketed canisters,
calibers are ridiculous, left in predicaments thas

complicated,
slugs to ya mug, cant talk shit when ya mouth is constipated,
spots ya takin? i can flip my "styles", gangsta and

gentlemen,
your type talk about cake, but ya only dealt with entammens,
stop fuckin wit a veteran, guns i hold, and i im grippin two
lets jus call u a public toliet, nigga anybody can shit on
you