Versuri

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger 
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger 
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out 
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 
 
24 is my age, and 22 is my gauge 
I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm going off in a rage 
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission 
Had a small problem with the transmission 
 
Three on the tree in the middle of the night 
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight 
Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad 
You bought those coins on the street, and you know you got had 
 
Because it's all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it 
Don't touch the mic baby, don't come near it 
It's gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya 
It's gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna getchya 
 
Looking down the barrel of a gun 
Son of a gun, son of a bitch 
Getting paid, getting rich 
 
Ultra violence be running through my head 
Cold Medina, y'all making me see red 
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets 
I'm gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis 
 
I love girlies, waxing and milking 
Coordinating chicks is my man Dave Scilkin 
Predetermined destiny is who I am 
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam 
 
I am like Clockwork Orange going off on the town 
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down 
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse words 
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words 
 
You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin 
You're looking for a fist to put your face in 
Get hip don't slip knuckle heads 
Racism is schism on the serious tip