I got problems, I got one, I got two Both my problems with you What the fuck im gon' do? I'm gonna kill yo crew I got problems, i got free, i got fo All my problems which ya flow How the fuck it gon go? I'm gonna kill you slow I got problems, I got five, i got six All my problems which ya cliques How dis I'm gonna fix I'm gonna kill you pricks I got seven, I got seven, I got seven, I got seven, I got seven, I got seven, I got seven, problems I could say i don't mean it, but I wouldn't mean it Ya'll dead meat and i don't even wanna eat it I just come in for the kill, leave the blood steaming Ya'll safe from the wolf yeah keep dreaming I'm a turn it to a nightmare turn around and right there a black wolf in the shadows with a mad flow, going rambo killing randos, estou na cena, todos eles tou matando like a panther, shoot first no questions after, i don't need no answers, wolf to a reindeer, bout to kill prancer, find a necromancer bring him back to life and kill dancer and then prancer, clutch on the mic till my hands hurt, no father to my flow im a bastard, im the master, tell ya weathercaster, natural disaster, my flow a tornado but faster, better tell NASA, im firing up my blasters, counting down with laughter, slaughter's what im after, spell it with the laughter, hereafter hanging all these rhyme crafters from rafters, T Rex to you raptors, baracuda to ya snappers, real sex to you fappers, im the compactor to you trash rappers, im da cause of cadavers