I can imagine my fist colliding with your teeth.
Making the blood trickle down to ya feet.
You done messed with the wrong one.
Matter of fact, you over there, pass me my gun.
So this bullet can meet with ya heart.
My gun so authentic, it sounds like a silent fart.
I’ll take a wild stab in the dark.
But I won’t miss.
Cause I’m nice.I’m too sharp for you to dismiss.
You messed up, you did me dirty.
I should air you out, but you’re not worthy.
So i’ll just put two in ya side, nah eff that I’ma put three.
Then after that, I’ma put one in ya knee.
But I won’t let you die.
That would be to easy.
This is the price you pay.
You wanted to be sleazy.
I’ma have all my dudes run a treezy.
You won’t mind.
Cause word around town is you are that kind.
