you look like the dearly Departed/ Michael Jackson thriller bout this scrilla dont get litty my Gorillaz they ain't looking for bananas/but they let off like them animals/they eat you like that fruit thats Tropicana yo/ never run out of ammo yo/ I spit for niggas beating cases say they Grace's not complacent cuz ya never know /who out there is friend or foe/ I'm only giving you niggas a few bars /for a few stars/ line em up/