you cant run, you cant hide yo life is an open field/
i gotta gun its gon' fire so nigga you betta chill/
I'm not a preacher, but I'll put somethin in yo heart tho'/
or dat diaphragm nigga that vest don't go down that low/
call me Ironman boy my beam gon split ya particles/
a snitch like you gon end up in obituary articles/
contemplatin consequences of vehicle homicide/
evaulatin my offenses glancin at this 45/
takin ova yo world like a alien invasion/
in a all black suit like a MIB agent/
so you thinkin I'm playin but Im far from a shitter/
this glock gon be hilarious a true side splitter/
but it'll make you bitter, betta pack it up befo' this lead a/
tear yo leg up, heat yo head up like a mothafuckin sweata/
i'll chop you up like shredded cheddar to serve wit vinigretta/
this baretta make you redda cuz you blushin cuz im betta/
I'll sniff up some ketamines and heat yo house hold/
yo gon smell that damn gasoline on my fuckin southpole/
and I cant be convicted this K gon' leave dat ass evicted/
the bullets gon' nik yo neck, image dipicted should be sicknin/
I'll have yo familly traumatized and talkin to reporters/
How they all saw wit they own eyes the fire come from morters/
my violence has no boarders so i say fuck the court orders/
when these bullets flip and twist and turn yo ass like snowboarders/

Straight?