2.2 we coming from that northside be roaches quick as horseflies when lights on got a mask on your facts wrong call me a murdera we be spittin radon for so long i watch blood curdle huh maybe too late and they cant save me got them rabies product of the 80s slick like teflon bodies put to rest on never a vest by dawn its a fight song heat up a minute we cold why unknown high we climb but they stole my phone in that terror block dead bodies in stock deuce deuce rockin ur dome im hauntin my cpu is overclockin im a killa body bag filla will to end ill from incense world i must mend people are intense call on me im fuckin colder fuck a shoulder my hate smoulders