intricate like im on that 666 . instant hit like its cut str8 from the brick . 66 reasons not to fuck wit a nigga . when im smokin my cigga weed higher than a kite in a favela on the killer streets in west sydney i pull the trigger like we out in the bush i kill the kangaroo 4 dinner wit the tikka 243. people are like animals i been a killer since way back all the o.gs were pumpin the fuckin 8 track .putting up tagz wit the spray canz .so fade back to the darkness.this mahfucka ryt hits harder than the broken hearted..discarded by the smoke lithargic cause u seen the body harvest . on the x and coke like mexxico ..fuck wit me we ram like busta then ya fuckin neck is broke.check it so when u been disected and ya head is swingin by a little thread connected to your throat .its the end of the road .kids pokin your bloated body wit sticks til the stomach blows open and bile hits them on the lips all the maggots and decomposition and shit in the air like a mist in a nice hot 36 66 reasons not to fuck wit a nigga when im smokin my cigga weed higher than a kite in a favela on the killer streets in west sydney 66 reasons not to fuck wit a killer wit the rhyming skill thats iller i peel ya cap back like a psycopath driving round in a hatchback in a michael mask .and a flak jacket wit a back pack of black magic catch that bitch outside and (oh excuse for my bad manners ) thats when i black out and shit happens round house kick to the mouth .then throw a qwik jab in ..then a haymaker in ya face wit a blade the orchestra makes the stab sounds in the back ground .then i walk away in a cloud of smoke like i just smoked a whole pound of dope .and yall cant cope wit this madness im rich wit the trophies and yall just broke little bastards