I'm back on track
Got the mac in the back o' the ack
Better reckon i'm strapped
I rap with the gat, my records are phat
Bang Bang!
You get smacked if you mess with me
Best believe, I'll be the best
Yess..
I have a mean mean vocabularr..
If your girl was a rapper i be stabbin her
Bagging her, she be beggin me
Please let me leave
Please let me free
Lady said he didn't mean to front you
Hes a dumb dude, it do what dumbs do
I say but sum shoot baby
I won't gun you if you come through baby
With letters of lead, snapping your back
Better never let my baretta meddle your man
Tell a friend I'm at it again
I canon with canisters
Point 50 caliber
Mechanically correct
Lay your ass down on chemical crap
Record A-song, with the impact of a A-bom
Hey umm,
I'd like to tell you what i'm made from
Napalm.
I have the biggest of triggers
To make me hit all these niggers
And a barrel to rattle the rats
And meddle the rest
Metal chest protecting the flesh
Ash to ash, and dust to bussin' punks
Dust my dunks off
And shove em between cheeks
I mess fiends by any means necessary
Me and my adversaries will burie you very deep
12 feet underground, the mountain is very steep
Pack heavy heat, yeah heat in december
Best believe that you will meet your surrender
2x
Heavy artillery, my brainwaves be killin me
And, the enemy
No intermediate medium needed
I mean it, i need you to stop
Cop the puzzle, put the pieces on lock
Believe it or not