. [Verse 1] Abound, I'm underground eating horehounds in a mount full of bloodhounds They run around in my playground as I resound my background's foreground I desist the hist and insist the kist of racist satanists My gist resist wishing my wrist would wreck, I'm a pugilist of these statists All around alienist, that's my business Beatmaker and lyricist, just enjoy my grist But damn, don't soud so stupid and dumb son The government's a G-Unit and they might buck young [Verse 2]
Among the throng I'm headstrong, sidelong a prong and a barong Eating scuppernong, sippong oolong in a weeklong trip to Hong Kong My brain gains amain, maintains and interchange the same lanes While these vain villains try to ordain plenty lame gains and domains But we strong, just hit the bong and sip some souchong Prove 'em that you're way more than I dried piece of butong We gotta charge, like a runaway train into the rain Go spray the pain, falcon punch, end of game .