The Mack is back in this thang We blowing tracks like a dynamite bang Flow sicker than Ebola, nobody colder than J-Mack in the game Pull up in a range Black on black like Batman and bane Is he insane, i deliver the pleasure and the pain Wack rappers hate but they remember the name In your bitches crib, sucking tits eating chips, blowing blunts blowing up, Bust in her mouth, make her shout Kick her out, take a nap, rewind, repeat without a doubt