ay yo dis bunk ass beatin em down reppin ma town// south central LA c bang murda on clowns//im spittin wikkid s**t craniums bound to be gettin split// brain matter up on the floor yo face wit a twisted lip// we all speakin lyricist pacc a shank at ma hip// we claim we dont slip// wut you think im a Crip//
now to a true topic at hand// watch me pull the machete outta my van //havin mutha fuccas screamin god damn cuz you know im the man w a lyrical shotty in hand// You gone quicc on a mission to meet your savior// i got you so damn scared my lyrics r changin ya behavior// so whats the deal where my maniacs at//where the technines the fo fo's the baby bomb gats// now see i speak like they guns but dont miss what i mean// the tongue a double edged sword evolved to a gat wit a black shean// so all my homies and psychos spit some dope ass s**t //cuz right now im out i got a pussy ta hit