heads up chin down fist of fury beating you down living dat dream pound for pound stickin it to the man as they come around to snoop pig snoop aint nothing here but pig shit and good food talk to me with total disregard as i beat your ass in my front yard now we see ya all busted up and bleedin spitting up blood and 3 or 4 of yo teeth man wheres yo homies now hunt for the head and go for the body cant make no carbon copy my style is neva sloppy slippy slippery caught you with a hook you was kind of in misery are ya missin ya breath missin ya heartbeat thats what happens when ya fuck with me and you didn't even know that I was just a white boy and he said you was on the bus and got off at Illinois me and the boys hit dat ass smoke that green paint the town so obscene can you say that I need to go back to the trap just to slap dat ass but you harassed me so i seem to be exploring pouring out my soul knowing now im not in control i see the red and blues of the night patrol as i took a stroll years lost inside of a incarcerated shit hole i seen the process ive seen the bones now im leaving hell and im headed home to a better place more than what you will ever know