[Verse 1: Charles Lee Ray]
Turn this b**h into Virginia Tech, aye
Got the chopper just to make ’em wet, aye
Dynamite around my vest, aye
We them G59 terrorists, aye
Keep throwing threats and I’ll keep yawning
Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking
Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking
I’m from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans
The smell of d**h is so, so familiar
I’m that silhouette, that all black figure
Grave digger, grey k**er, Lil Cut Throat
Drag ’em to the river, watch his f**ing body float
[Verse 2: Raindrop Walka]
Two empty pill bottles, I’m f**ing ducking
I can’t call my plug no more, oh no, but I’ll probably say f** it
Oh, how I love it, really, it ain’t for discussion
But the truth ain’t that far from it, I keep on bugging
Like f** it, I’ma say it
Like f** it, I’ma f** up
Like f** it, I’ma “f** up” and it’s f**ed up
It’s just my dumb luck, it’s just my dumb luck
You’ll never put me down more than I have
You’d have been down and it’s more than I have
Fake f**ing smile with the knife in my back
Fake f**ing child, b**h, that’s just how you act