I'll shove a gun in ya grill Greasy and heated Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it You need to be immediately treated While you breathing or you'll be leaving The receiving room this evening with Jesus You hate on us, we'll be waiting on eight corners Swarming your hood with a thousand angry skateboarders I'll hop in the Jeep, slam on the gas and charge you And bombard you in the car that ya mom bought you Mess around and get choked and found in a moat Floating around drowned face down in a boat I'll pile five dudes in a pen And we'll pull up to the seven mile drive-thru At McDonald's and pile-drive you I got the power to snatch a driver out his Eddie Bauer When it rides by me at ninety miler per hour This place is my house, I might as well erase my face with white-out Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows It's like that, it's like that