Motha fuckin fagets wont step down, they wanna battle me/
well your too weak hearted, you puss, quit tryin to saddle me/
they thought that i left cuz i was scared, cuz i was runnin away/
but they didnt turn around and see what i left 'em, a fuckin grenade/
I didnt have to make'em beg, or even hear them scream/
I just saw they body parts shootin up like red and green/
so i sat and watched the fire go down, there bodies went down too/
and then 5-0s pulled in. Now its time for round 2/