ayo son amazing.. gun is blazing with soild bars like dog's caged-in...
you wouldnt have a Hard-Hit with a hoe' layed-in the Days-in...
who this boy think he at all phazing... he better quit rap like mase-n..
switch style.. cuz if it get wild... the gun i'll leave'em pale-white like caucasin...
son'in you all.. from all age-n... you wouldnt get sign if you knew all agents...
B.E.S.T to roll with me... or get splatterd horribley like a movie from west-craven...
im not at all playin... you soon gonna leave with hurt-feeling...
cuz my Steriod-Punches done stricked more niggas then Curt-Chilling...
im the worst villen that dispurse the verse killing...
burst the first drilling... that'll hang you high in a herse-celling....
you just a purse-steeling...but your my first-mealing..
said he was bless... let's see if he live's from a chruch-healing...
i murk-peeling...Ran puting'em in he's place like bad-children...
keep talking back an watch me knocking ya block off like old building...
im giving out hard shots like phat ass with back'shots...
ya fire wouldnt light a match-box... leaveing'em layed on the floor like pavment black-top...
so watch how you talking to ransum or i'll have'em dancing...
with repeated shots aim hitt'em him from head leg's-cheast and hand-SON..
MOTHER FUCKER.....