(Starts off slow and picks up as it goes)

You can only, take so much, be pushed so far
Before you, surpass yo limit and go over that bar
So you, go home load the clip and get ready for war
You want your, enemies dead no less no more
You let the, rage take over and you like how it feels
And when you, look in the mirror you give yoself chills
Cuz yo, expression is cold and your attitude's trill
Now you, head to your whip and bump beats thats ill
You gotta, get hype and switch modes to kill
And now you, rollin the street of your enemies hood
And so you, pull up to his crib, and wish a nigga would
Come out that house and feel the fuckin pain
He got everything to lose, you got everything to gain
You wanna see him in the papers under "black male slain"
So you, step out ya car, and holla his name
And he, opens the door and answers your call
And you, put a smirk on your face as you watch his body fall
Cuz you put, 5 in his frame and 2 in his dome
And he bleeds like a bitch on the lawn of his home
So you, approach the corspe and put two more in his back
And you, stomp his head to the pavement till you hear his skull crack
Then you, hop back in the whip and flee the crime scene
No one will ever suspect it was you.....you was on his team