we dont have no fighters we dont have no finance we gone have get violent i take a good look at my yard im looking for poets and bards that know when snow get hard in nostril dont get hard not whiskey dick, sneachta mick takin the mick, im so fickle im so cool, im so thick tho im a fool i need all my slimes, lads lads lads lookin for gats thats fat guns guns guns cuz thats fun fun fun call of duty generation dont know duty if it slapped em in the face them dont know duttie if trickle pon the headtop said im fickle im a top stop the stopwatch learned the shit from top dawg im with my dawgs and we ball starin at baddies in the mall like an american hot dog stall imma get big not small biggie smalls turnin in grave cuz this ginger baldie can rap is allowed to i got a mouth too small for my tongue pardon