Split melons mean like felons
Fuck bitches yelling
Brain swelling
Times telling
Who fell and got took to hell
Have em' dazed in a spell
Water from the well
Before me queens knel
Lethal weapon like Mel
Check the drill words from the mouth spill
It's ill
Taken to the gut or stomach like a pill
The crowd stands still
Bomb in your mental-plane as in mind like land mills
Blow with the force of wind mills
It's all for the love of dollar bills
And I don't mind the thrills