im the swift to your taylor, wonder to your steve, im your creater, ill make your ass leave, with a blade to your body, you looking so shoddy, youve been acting real naughty its a fact you aint shit, everyone knows, you scare not a bit, your life blows i fuck hoes you taking dick, if you keep on playing youll die pretty quick your brain does not click, but ill show you a trick first off, pick up a gun, dont be too rough, itll ruin the fun, splatter your brain, amwrican gun i live for the pain, im fucking insane, fucking with me? nothing to gain, im thunder to rain, metal to chain, curses to vain bitch you are plain open your eyes and look at me now, youre on the run, click pow, american gun feel the heat, i dont greet, talking shit? wait till we meet, youll end up so lit, guts on the street, broken nose, splintered feet hang with the bros, aliby and discrete you lack knowledge ill leave you stunned