Pull the trigger, hit the liquor, I’m the figure in the shadows,

Pull the trigger, hit the liquor, I’m the figure in the shadows, See the flicker of the chrome, I’m the king of every battle. Got the rhythm in the pistons, I’m a lyrical assassin, And I’m moving with the vision while you’re living in the past tense. Load the magazine, I’m mean, I’m a lean green machine, I’m the king of the scene, if you know what I mean. Got the heavy metal rattling, I’m battling the phonies, And I’m leaving ‘em in dust with the ghosts of my homies. I’m a renegade, a heavyweight, I never hesitate, To penetrate the interstate and then I let the engine rate. I’m stacking up the paper, keep the vapor in the lungs, I’m the wickedest of sinners with the sharpest of the tongues.