I reckon you ain´t ready for the reckoning..

I reckon you ain´t ready for the reckoning..

I get it in,
the SAME way I get it out!
Crossin borders, like beaners without papers,
on a paper route!
I should have clogged up arteries,
the way I be cakin it!
They tried to pin the kid down,
but he keeps on makin it!
Haters keep on fakin it,
runnin witta jake an´ shit.
Matterfact, some of these snakes,
be undercover jake an´ shit!
But I snuff a serpent,
n´ snatch the fangs out his mouth!
Those that traded their allegiance,
and totally soul´d out.
Speakin with treacherous forked tongues,
as they slither about!
There´s a place for you!
A FIRE,
from which you´ll NEVER come out!!
Where you´ll burn FOREVER, cuz the fuel NEVER run out!