me and my words we go together like front and back like parolees and tats real nikkas and facts fuenrals and slacks how bout this how bout that dopefiends at the track gangsters stay straped drug lords and hunid packs conner stores blunt wraps footballs and quarterbacks fools be wit all that kinda sorta cap i sorta kinda rap and when i aint doin that im planin hits and downin marks 2 in the head 1 in the heart im the monster under ur bed the reason your kids is scared of the dark wut i do is necessary sum people consider it an art this the rap game i know my role i play my part man eater muthafukin great white shark i fell in love wit the dark late nite gettin fuked up at random graveyards kickin back wit my demons playin cards you welcome to join but we dont play for money we play this kinda poker for scars now anie up lifes bout to deal you your cards