I got a lyrical personal arsonal of weaponery you only wish you could afford full of machedes and swords to rip dead textcee cadavars from the city morge
take home and bury em in my back yard enter my home and call it the house of a 1000 corps gangsta Im raw//
whoever told you you was they lied to you dawg you need to hide your face in shame right behind your two paws because Im the star like spaceship one Im going to mars investors waiting to invest in my cause taking me to bars and buying me drinks and promising me dreams of a big home and a fancy car and all for what just becuse naw gansta Im raw//
lyrics hit you hard and go straight to the heart thats why I know im going straight to the top of these billboard charts you got some weed you wanna spark or do you got some beef you wanna start step to the mic because this dog dont bite I bark gangsta Im raw//