lyrical trigga's being poped look at da news tuk got knocked/off his spot
im spittin poetical scriputers/ makin da earth move backwards like steppin
down/dats what u should do then give me da crown/i'll solve any problem
wit da same method as 50/so bitch dont try to dis me/jus bout ready to burst
jus bout ready to jack yo purse/wuts wurse my thoughts or u tryin to spit
shots wit a plastic glock?/dats it my mind is made up time to shut dis nigga up
in da trunk/wit my 45 jus turn bichtes on like light switches nigga i put yo hole
crew in 5 different diches/my vains still commin out my arms dont be alarmed
you wont do me no harm/wen i flash my macs in yo face like cops wit mace
this is da way ima faze yo ass real fast/GODLY6THBAR dats my name
n ''not to sane'' is how i act/i'll run n toss dis bitch back n hit ya froma mile
away needless to say you bout to be headless in a way/let me count down
how ,many seconds will it take fo me to destroy yo records/still wanna battle
my style leavin crowds buc wild/nigga you a mutha fuckin flower child/
im demon's baby dats 19 years old n straight dis crazy/no reason why i cut
wrists n leav bitches bleedin ~1~