you standing on the top of the castle looking down at the m************ armies that they sent marions cattle m************ you're a goat but you know you can win this they look like little kids or something Little rascals Little minions they don't even come close you got them in a scope lyrical genius fire all the time that are wasted to the enemies I never let them get close enough a fisticuff I've been in southpaw I grew up tough always ready to brawl I'm going now gravel roads walking alone in a 6'10 or 6'3 is supposed to meet a giant but you wouldn't answer me a punches in three seconds from me you can't even respond quick enough it's like your body's rejecting you turn around and run thinking to yourself damn I wish I would have brought my gun feeling like you got chased by a ghost because I'm so hot and sad and I'm always on the spot I'm ready to ride on you m*********** and burn you like toast look at my body look at my fist it tells you my words are going to make you want to retreat but I won't resist put your name in the paper