who you think you is no way out think you outsmart but out shot out manned laying out on the florr dont play me gonna be shot flatter than a door you think its a chore but i do it cuzz i bored popping things cant prounouce there name butch you seen my aim its not a game i dont feel shame i overcame yous not the same lamer than a mother fucker drinking milk out the utter your daddy left iether die from me or from hunger im the hunter feel the thunder im the runner from the cops im black so i got hops like mr mops clops gatta givme some props