i always walk around wit tools call me the mechanic, flows satanic, show up wit the 44 on these niggas doggie they panic, run up on you an ya girl while u layin out on ya hammock, put a few in ya dome then pistol whip you wit the chrome, have hard cats scared to be home alone cause they kno im out to get em, i dunn need to catch em at the pool to wet em, the 4 fifth slugs will set em strait, see me face to face wont hesitate to pull the 3 8 and turn ya brains inna paste, pick the slugs up that go out ya back i aint leave eva trace