we'll pull the metal out we'll gun a rebel down we ain't after any clout we ain't gonna play about say when and you can get it I'll bring a 38 and smile then add you to the fuckin pile when i blow your ass a country mile throw you in the dirty nile cut up for the crocodiles machete's on a fuckin rout somebody stop me now young Tigga homicide papa's on the south side dustin off his leather wow told ya not to get him riled (now ya fucked up) watch the news, dont make dinner plans horsebackin choppers 'less it's snowin then we in a van brownings in our fuckin hands now its time to be a man no time for shit to hit the fan ill just kill you in advance don't ask cause we'll never be bros there wont be a life where we'll ever be close fuck outlaws with capital O's they rape women n stick em with used needles n leave soon as they overdose woah, shits sus n its gross for them I do nothing but loathe they the lowest of lows worse comes to worse, you'd have a reason to turn your news stations on if they do that to one of my own I'll always chant down with these pill poppers they ain't do nothin for me except kill brothers there isnt one way in hell that they will stop us take it from chairman of violence in silence you claim that you winnin, but what are you winnin swear the way these fucks say these broad statements, feels like im talkin to women and y'all are supposed to be gentlemen shits soundin oxymoronic to me they aint gon know that im packing the heat ill never be beat i need to chill the fuck out, i need to let this shit breathe