murderous crackas never heard of chris robbing drug dealers when im makin big purchases kickin down the door than im quick to get to searchin shit I grab the money and dope yea im fixin to desert this bitch now word on the street is im puttin in that gun work nobody seen a thing plus columbines up in my bloodwork my windows down Im rollin round Im lookin for them busters my bullets come in clusters to make you pussys suffer i will gun a sucka down for money i will plunder im strikin like that lightnin way before you hear that thunder im moving like a viking when Im holdin on this lumbar im stupid and im trifflin I stay smokin like a muffler I leave em wit a dirty shirt I hit em on the thirty first I make that lil birdie chirp this city fulla dirty work i hit em wit merc and lurk sippin on that erk and jerk i call this lic a surf and turf lunatic honkey im a foe fourteen savage everyday is christmas and there aint no secret santas i conceal what i brandish i reveal than you vanish from what a cracka holdin itll make you pussys panic ill whipe you off the planet ill catch you in that traffic pull you out the car bitch and i bet you get yo ass kicked bring it to milwaukee if you really wanna test my skills