[Verse one: The Great White] He walked into a convenience store, with the guns drawn And shot up the place, with the gat that was on his waist And in such a case, he had a body bag, dedicated to the f*gs Whom he would discriminate, now whats so convenient about that? Two fat bags, filled with racks upon racks, and when he got back to HQ He counted the stacks, and shipped them off to the boss Who was running his own course, and shipments around the vicinity From city, to city, to sea to shining sea, he was the source Of all the commotion and chaos, and when he opened up the box He then got what he wanted, the dough, so he sent back the blow Which was to be intercepted by police, so it was a no go Mission was aborted, while one of the OG's was conforming They broke into his house that night, slit his throat and Left a lovely little letter, that said "you could do better," For the authorities to find, and they were running out of time So which clue was the truth?, and which one left them blind? But you see, the boss, he wasn't so kind, so he gathered a group Armed them with "choppers" and knives, so they could take the lives Of those whom they saw speak blasphemy, against the great white So they proceeded to shoot down neighborhoods that night Sparing no one, no husband, no children, nor wife Was left without the pain, of a bullet to the brain But the lowly little rookie began to grow insane [Verse two: The Great White] And when the boss died, guess who took over? That lowly little rookie, whom had a new comb over Because the G.W.E, great white enterprises went global So he did what he thought best, and looked presentable But those who went against him, found it regrettable To find the body of their pet, their crying child, under the table Traumatized from what they saw, because the rookie had a plan If you don't take away the man, you can always take away from the man And when you scar the man emotionally, you take advantage when you can So he threw a few sorries, and a "look I understand," but while he was busy sniffling He pulled up his tucked in shirt, and a mac ten, and popped him in the head Until his skin was but pure red, and he shot up the rest, until everyone was dead Except his a**ociates who were to keep watch, of the skies from the roof And from the windows, they looked for the cops, but a helicopter swooped in Dropping off swat units like kids throw rocks In such abundance, how could they be stopped? But he sat down in the head chair, and just let it rock But before he was destined to rot, he came up with this plot Dropped to the ground, took the gun, then he shot Himself in the knee, then he began to beg and plead As the police stormed in, to attend to his needs As he had seen coming, they believed he was in peril So they arrested the others, he betrayed them all, he was a devil