We’re racin, moved your body stuck up in the piece, that’s the realation
Six men, you’re ready to die, cyanide and you drink
That’s a Cuban neck top for your mink
Drama style, plug up and stuck to the bridge
I maybe washed up ashore, bound third to the bridge
Hit em with the whip, drag em half a block
Machete on the side, pull the padlocks
Chainsaw, switchin medications
Starve a n***a out til he one with the pavement
Torture, these broke repeating after me
And suspicions of er being a…