this is war let me here you roar wanna come at me your gonna be a corpse all your gonna hear is the clashing of swords and the battle cries of the men coming at you in hordes so you chose death you chose your final breath so trembal before the power I possess before you die do you have anything you want to confess doesn't matter since you're going to die nonetheless you can't escape you've met your fate you got any last words you want to state before your soul and body separate I got to admit this realy does feel great I can go fast you know while I'm rapping or fucking your hoe I got the money I got the dough I'm going to lay my finishing blow cuz you already know I'm a pro bitch why do you even try you know you're going to die but at least i get to hear you cry I'll be smoking weed I'm trying to get high my lyrics don't have to make sense I can go up against Dr.Dre or 50 Cent bitch you know you broke you don't have common cents I know what you're thinking I have a sixth sense I got money while you broke why you laughing the saying a joke yo girl you know my dick like it's an artichoke you don't get no more Last Words you've already spoke and trust me you don't want me to get provoked bitch fuck Pepsi I'd rather have Coke my lyrics don't have to make sense I can go up against Dr.Dre or 50 Cent bitch you know you broke you don't have common cents I know what you're thinking I have a sixth sense Why lyrics don't even have to make sense fence intense incense expense dense dispense pence commence defence immense my lyrics don't have to make sense I can go up against Dr.Dre or 50 Cent bitch you know you broke you don't have common cents I know what you're thinking I have a sixth sense