This flow is a weapon Leave ya body in wreckage So hype when I wreck this .45 is the Wesson It's time for ya lessons These bitch boys get bodied and burned like toast Dead when they get too close Couldn't walk a fuckin inch in my shoes Leave your fragile ego fuckin battered and bruised Don't engage in battle unless you ready to lose Off my chain like I'm a deranged dog on the loose Come and test me, I'm Tim Taylor with the tools Or call me Al Borland, cuz I don't think so, Tim See you reaching for the strap, I'm fuckin takin the limb And you takin the L, and I'll see you in Hell The Forty-Five is fuckin magic, got you under my spell And I'm wonderin, hell, who the hell you gon tell Cuz with a mouthful of lead, you won't speak so well