Im angry feisty, the man think he can damage me/
Im hot like a chilli pepper, when you bite me/
I bleed blood type 4-real/
I'll flip you over, jam a stick in ya wheel/
Blam, Blam, now you got a stone jam/
Flying through the air now where you gonna land/
An we all know now it aint gonna be pretty/
Didnt ya mumma ever tell you not to fuck with freney/ (Freney-My surname)
Go on I dare ya say my name/
Ten times in the mirror now you see my face/
Whatcha gonna do now, Watcha gonna do/
Run for ya life punk, If I were you/
Dont make me angry/
You wont like me when im angry/
I'l turn green, rip my shirt, bruise you up and make you thank me/
Im getting sick and tired of all the stressin and the shit/
Its time for the return now, of the excorsist.

HOOK

Now we rollin!
Now we rollin!
With my boys in tow we going out for the night/
We gotta a design for this and ours will be the final fight/
Now we rollin!
Now we rollin!
With my boys in tow we going out for the night/
We gotta a design for this and ours will be the final fight/