murda murda feel my wrath this is a mutha fuckin bloodbath get real loud turned up as i get you turned out on my way back from the laundry mat i saw you with yo home boy fats both of you gettin matching tats tears in ya eyes when he said look bro they match word for word its so obsured that two grown men be gettin in gettin it on be singing along to the same damn love song it wont be to long till you be wearing dem thongs righting his wrongs stickin up for you when ever hes wrong hand in hand side by side shoutin this mutha fucka is my ride or die then the lights get low then they poof they go out my baby my nigga is reachig for my trigga and you have been learning about the same person who has got all the clout said they are going now fishin for trout for hours they seem to devour the same thing as the last thing it seemed to be a big ol digga ling thats where you got your bling bling cha cing cha ching no way not me you move torwards me i gots my 45 mag for yo little bitch ass sippin on henisy and chuggin dat jack burning that Killa Green and poppin dat feel good real good feel ya crack hit cha like a runaway train as a matter of fact this is my life take it in stride i will take it 20 blocks with out my pimp ass ride with out.restrictions on my rock n roll soui i will keep my pride on my side and keep it straight for miles and miles so in the mean time i will be making music and getting mines staying lit and gettin fit you lost yo grip so you and yo friend dont squeeze shit in the end i keep it froze till that time begins and the season of the witch slowly dies as my insanity is on the rise