You speak blunt like ya punches/
All of em you throw I eat for lunches/
Give you a look to kill and blood I spill/
See you wearin dresses with frills/
This shit is a thrill for me for real/
Each breath and word I mean and feel/
Shove a skewer in ya ass an put ya on my grill/
You shish-kebab nigga, an don't go messin with my meal/