modern day Freddy Krueger with a manuver Desert Eagle shooters Tap in computer f*** them up up turn em to manure now when they pass by it smells like uh sewer ya stainless all brainless and nameless tainted ya cant get it flaming whos blaming pointing fingers got em aiming wrecking the gaming you now have no plan so can ya. witt stand the one with da upper hand pulling ya like quick sand cant comperhend that i murda many men stretch em like rubber band moving like a talaband gunn in hand kill on demand burrie em in the land do you understand blow em away just like da wind when we begin its all inn no pretend no lets be friends no lets make uh mends declare war then im on that bumper ready to kick inn slide up with killas in uh mini van. its nothing nice come with hella spice to winn the fight fuck da hype my head aint wright roll threw da night and take flight after that nighty night i does this all while high as a kite paint the fucking picture bright for your sight now take a bite hungry with an appetite and i just might have a taste on a steady pace its no race your face a disgrace so i burn it like some mace ya sweet like some cake tryna go against an great ape ya first mistake ya too out of shape to keep up with my rate slice ya and watch ya eyes dialate and i cant wait