hear the beat yeah the lyrics a mean feat ya won't be running down the street coz imma tax ya feet life's cheap body bag fresh meat death to my enemy's call me the grim reaper my sawn off bout ta meet cha have ya feeling the heat son I'm sprayin buckshot in your teeth bang bang have a nice meal I spend my time plotting sinful revenge it never ends box of shells on the passenger seat when I find em all its a smokin barrel that they see I'm anonymous you'll never uncover my identity heaven ain't the place for me I'm a evil satanic manic skitzophrenic step kid ya gonna get ya head split yeah braisen shankin last night gave ya fkn sister a naked spankin I'll never forgive or forget ten to one is piss weak dickhead your gonna regret the day we ever met coz I'm from west side housing commission and your on my shit list ya deaths my mission ya shitbox commodore nothing but a fucking common whore I'll be puttin holes in the doors coz I'm ya worst nightmare the shotty never fights fair I'm higher than a skyscraper so be prepared I'll put the fear into you knees wobblin you be buckling dude hat shoes shirt and wallet I've taxed half ya shit 12 guages next kid gonna put a whole in ya head you be brown bread I'll every one of ya crew all over the pavement coz now they can't right statements