Crack you like a twig 
You're like a faggot rockin' the wig 
I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild 
Your real mom's a pig 
Thats how I classify these dumb crowds 
A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat 
But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag 
You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding 
But you the pussy bleeding right now 
But no you ain't dreaming 
Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming 
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons? 
You be the type to smoke with cats 
That think they blunts a seaman 
We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming 
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening 
Oh shit I think your mom's beeping 
Word thats her number no doubt 
Yo I'ma break out 
First I get some chinese take out 
And scope jake out 
Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me 
But I broke out before the story 
And those devils never saw me 

To my kids sold in sheets 
Rap freaks 
All you tricks in heat 
We'll crack your beef for being sweet 
Don't even try to sleep I'm full length 
You're a snip of tape 
I been in state but you tradin' jakes 
While your ass inflates 
My dictates what a fag you are 
Up and drag stag in zanzibar 
Rocking tennis shots 
I'm pro what comes sports 
Like a benetaur 
Fuck a figure 'fore 
I lace it with a cleated shirt 
Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk 
I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work 
Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades 
Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav 
I shed scenes on dark days 
Friend of all angels on fatal car chase 
Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph 
Caught the stench of the rotten projects 
Bagger left and I'm out 

Non-Phixion be the full monty 
Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty 
I'm Noam Chomsky, nah 
Fucking like Phil Bronski 
I'm ill constantly 
Kill with the velocity T3 
Three years before the movie got out 
And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out 
To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this 
Just like a love boat 
Or William S Borroughs' rough coat 
Smell the gun smoke 
You get thug broke 
Like uncut coke 
With no client to sell it to 
Internal Revenue 
There's many levels to the train of thought 
We taking over airports 
Get slain for sport 
Probably share recourse like Puffy 
Non-Phixion - Vampire slayers like Buffy