"The f** you say now, huh? Hey, huh. Bam bam bam. Mothaf**a I'm strapped. You don't f**in' talk now, huh."
I got the AR-15, let me hit his head
Heard us running up inside the crib and then he sh** his bed
I ain't trying to hear nothing cousin give me bread
The only thing inside the duffel bag shrunken heads
That's how motherf**ing grimy we are
You don't wanna see how motherf**ing violent we are
Yeah or where the motherf**ing silencers are
What the Asiatic motherf**ing sciences are
I know you saying that this motherf**er curse a lot
I'm just trying to balance out the fact you rock a purse a lot
I heard you s** dick and walk around in skirts a lot
Listen to Kanye West, recite his verse a lot
Pazienza I don't rock with that soft sh**
We juice crew Hilltop hardcore sh**
We got the? digger uncut raw sh**
To put his motherf**ing body in the morgue sh**, yeah