ill murda that ass ill cut you up place yo body in A Black bag with A toe tag ill soak yo body in Hennessy so yo family know it me creeping around the corner on A come up ill be A nut ti put my gun up run up & get done up runer up is to pussy ass bitches that look just look you two they walk & talk just like you never bring A knife to A gun fight unless you are ready to die, looks like you ready to chikcen out my lyrical glokc will wipe you out at the hand of A dead body conclomaroty killer klan causie killuminautie kill off the whole party on A blokc beat up and down the street there ain't no sweet in my vains zombies want brains all over the dash board you pronounced dead on the scene penatraited an infer beam to cut you out yo worsest dream its like A nightmare on elm street now it all adds up to what bodys on spoil im slikcer than oil im hotter than A third degree burn im sharper than knife in his bakc he talked about he lived A life like that Othello beat be phat bakc rest in peace up peace out you dum niggas gone get founded out cause real niggas always stand out & stay on top let yo pistols pop fo this one is A lyrical gun for all the homies on the run & for my niggas that's doing time and won't never see day light again y'all niggas stat up don't never give up put yo middle fingers up if you feel me loc still getting paid cause once we all was broke