ya comin' with beef, better leave those high stacks
My last verse was just like Die Hard, action packed
No hi hats for the beat no pavement on the street
No matter the grade or steep, you'll still shake in ya jeep
Unique but not discreet, in terms of disclosure
I blow the fuckin' lid off any kind of enclosure
dispose ya with the Hefty's ya wimpy wimpy dude
I beat ya fuckin' ass and now I'm getting sued?
Now that's gangsta. Get the lawyers involved
I'll call Nicky Tooch because he knows the mob
Ya see snitch bitches like you tend to disappear
Not to mention what they do to fuckin' queers
Sure I'm all drugged up, but what's with all the hype?
Eminem had his relapse but mine's the violent type
get ready for a surprise, bend over lift your blouse
I'm about to jack a gas truck and drive it through your house