[Verse 1: Pakyed] Right now i'm that kid, with 5 rupees Soon i'll be that kid, with 5 groupies Assumin' that sh** did not suit me In the future then i'll be a bit more aggressive whenever I say (Allahu Akbar) I'm wicked as f**, and my duty is to obliterate trucks And call ever human that isn't Musalman an illiterate f** Eliminate Jews, till they a concentrated like minute maid juice Discriminate views that aren't the same as our religion does use Allahu Akbar We are simply the warriors of Allah and Quran Alot of katanas, cut up the non believers So praise the Muhammad you f**in Yahoodies [Verse 2: MC Krok] The sun set down and the streets all dry So you know I gotta get them junkies high You know I sell them Krok packs So keep track Jump in the chimney like Santa and give em crack
But you know they won't believe that So just tell them you the next messenger and they'll be like damn Gotta sell them yams And make that RPG go bam I got that AK and that C4 strapped on me You know what's that for, so don't f** with my army We got n***as on motercycles k**ing for money So you better watch who you f** with Or get shot at or get your whole place blasted n***a Graat, boom boom, sand n***a squad sh** n***a yeah [Verse 3: Khroam] Yeah b**h, you know it's K, strapped with the K In the cut, chillin', sippin' on some bengali n***as been gay, been 'fraid to f** with the team Cause they know if they did they gon' get sprayed Emeralds on my forefinger, green slugs in my dental b**h, I bought that Beamer, y'all in the rental