everybody talkin, but they ain't saying nothing. bitch I've been to your house, I know you fuck ya cousin. you want to run your mouth you want to talk your s*** but then you shut up real fast when I load them Clips yeah I'm coming to You Like a Hurricane im drowning all you b****** like I was a f****** hurricane of Family Blood, see. cuz I thought I told you once im chopping down your family tree yeah, cuz I got an axe in the back of my black Cadillac and its chillin with my homie Jack and we loading all them fuckin mags cuz I already told you boy you aint coming back from this trip we bout to take, I'm bout to dump you in the lake because im tired of you fuckin snakes. always tryna take, somethin for nothin. but I grab the ak and I get to bustin. off from the fuckin curb. I'm smokin on some fuckin herb and tryna calm my fuckin nerves. but you out here causing problems and im runnin round behind you cleaning up cuz I'm the mothafuckin problem solver. but that shit end. here today. bitch you gon be gone, without a fuckin trace. your momma gon be sad, your daddy gonna say. "man, I wish I'd taught that bitch a little better. yestersay" but it's too late, and they son is gone. but that's what happens bitch, when yiure fuxking wrong. so let this be a lesson, to all you fuckin hoes. if I catch you slippin, that's how the story goes. first you get a word, then you get a warning. then after that bitch you get clapped like thunder when its storming.