I´m 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
I´m writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a little 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 it´s all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
Don´t touch the mic baby don´t come near it
It´s gonna get you it´s gonna get you
It´s gonna get you girl it´s gonna get you

Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich

Ultra violence running through my head
Fuzzy navel y´all making me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I´m 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 like Clockwork Orange going off on the town
I´ve got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
I´m mad at my desk and I´m writing all curse words

Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You´re a headless chicken chasin´ a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don´t slip knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip