dog beileve ill put a hole in ya stomach so yo chest can breath/
this aint no makin the band audition so go head an leave/
replyin to me again... dont bother tryin ill leave your mind in yo lap/
runnin your trap to me i have u takin a permanent nap/
them 6 line postz are startin to bore me/
marry poppinz ass mothafucka hop back in your short story/
or get hot shotz threw your faded glory/
did u actually think u could touch me when u started reachin/
when my hand easin towardz my waist u bout to be deceasin/