im cruisin with that stupid bazooka thatll shoot n ruin ya fuck with my ruger your choosin a future with lucifer, sleep with the fishes troopers will have to scuba to scoop ya up and find you in a net like they googled ya, who the fuck you think you playin around with, vomit in ya ear just to show you i sound sick, my rounds spit like a pitcher chewin tobacco, get down quick im wacko like tyson in round 6, my mind and mentality is somewhere around vicks, kill you and your dogs i aint talkin about pits, you throwin a tantrum you aint talkin about shit, cut ya fit out before i cut ya outfit, this is how east side long beachers do it, soon as you run to ya car imma beat you to it, soon as ya pop ya trunk imma eat ya buick, then leave you in your own trunk leakin fluid