screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls and I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage like hail
balloons, kabooms and mushrooms And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's I'm one, shot, killed, and these bullets all go And you takin' finger print's, and
save hip hop!" in reverse) hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept. Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed
' All I got is heat and tough talk for you Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use Man listen straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls
caught in the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot
offers of horrific torture That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down Shot him while gagged and
shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die [Ill Bill] I'm comin
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin' All I got is heat and tough talk for you Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you Man this is straight torture
know what beef is) All I got is heat and tough talk for you Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you Man this is straight torture, look what that
is heat and tough talk for you (uh-huh) Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use (oooh) Man listen straight torture, look what that slick shit bought
passion talkin and laughin its war when i catch em,fuck a dentist who ordered a slashin sportin a strap and i switched the game niggas straped and clap and
the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot We shoot ya
?) Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit
hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls and I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage like hail, electrifying
Chorus] Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die [Ill
balloons, kabooms, and mushrooms And my 38.specialist puttin banker's in they tomb's I'm one, shot, killed, and these bullets all go And you takin finger print's, and
