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 22 is my gauge 
I'm writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage 
Out on a mission a stolen car mission 
Had a little problem with the transmission 
3 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 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 get you it's gonna get you 
It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you 
 
Looking down the barrel of a gun 
Son of a gun son of a bitch 
Getting paid getting rich 
 
Ultra violence running through my head 
Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red 
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets 
I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis 
I love girlies waxing and milking 
Coordinating chics 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 
I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words 
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words 
You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin 
Looking for a fist to put your face in 
Get hip don't slip knuckle heads 
Racism is schism on the serious tip