I'm out for whatever you want to call it, cash or paper My only purpose to k**, perfect a**a**inator I'm on the path of Islam, you on the path of Vader My nickname Buck 50 cousin pa** the razor The 750i turn you from a fan to hater Feeling myself like I'm a chronic masturbator I ain't the type of motherf**er you should ask a favour I'm the type of motherf**er that'll blast my neighbour I look at anybody as weak that has a savior The Israeli Galil will turn your a** to vapor I got an Ingram MAC-11 and it has a laser I got a thing for MAC-11s, not a pa**ive nature Everything I write is war on the pad and paper I don't listen to rap no more, my pa**ion's Slayer My heart is cold as the temperature of a ma**ive glacier I put a giant hole inside you like a ma**ive crater Everywhere I go the bohl Paz is strapped I be loading it up, I be co*king it back I ain't in my right mind, I ain't stopping at that I will hit his lifeline in the back of his cap See I'm faster than a motherf**er grabbing his gat Beating me is just illogical imagining that I'm a G you is just a pacifist rat I make bodies disappear like a magical act Yeah, I'm just giving the fans another anthem This is just another example of my expansion I make your top drop like the new Phantom I like to pop shots with my new cannon The left hook wild vicious, I'm a champion You ain't wilding out, cousin, that's a tantrum Wild a**ault rifles, thirty f**ing handguns I'm holding all of you motherf**ers for ransom