Im 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

Im writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage

Out on a mission a stolen car mission

Had a small 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 its all high spirit you know you gotta hear it

Dont touch the mic baby dont come near it

Its gonna get you its gonna get you

Its gonna get you girl its gonna get you

Looking down the barrel of a gun

Son of a gun son of a *****

Getting paid getting rich

Ultra violence running through my head

Fuzzy navel yall making me see red

Rapid fire louie like rambo got bullets

Im 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 one work pupil going off on the town

Ive got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down

Im mad at my desk and Im writing all curse words

Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words

Youre a headless chicken chasin a sucker free basin

Looking for a fist to put your face in

Get hip dont slip knuckle heads

Racism is schism on the serious tip