to feel the pain The first strike, a vicious strike Forcing you towards the end Strike now, crush down Your turn to feel the pain Strike now, crush down
had And say "Billy, Billy M'Caw! Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute And Billy'd strike up on his
and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND YOU
, I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach, You ain't a killer you a album filler, You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter, Game over...
kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron You hating and you want to erase it Close your eyes when you know you can?t take it My flow interupts your
like a real estate agent Douse you with my lyrical liquid for this hip-hop era So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for my reign of terror 'Cause you can
spark; Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but, Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick, You
yo block (One) Label you my bitch (Two) I let you know (Three) Execution Drag you out yo do' Nobody to witness I call it have it You call it a verbal
for the nation unknowin, it's on, you cowards ain't ready for the terror, I run with tru soldiers and drug smugglers that'll have you terrified, how we
got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach You ain't a killa, you a album filla You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over! [Chorus]
down on me I give my heart to you; I'm not your therapist You say I'm in sin, you judge me, you stone me I can't help it if you are blind; you act like
you can have it your way like Carlito my nigga will be happy to give you torpedos and have you car twisted like a blunt for you faggot ass niggas that
you cruise a truck And I'd advise you to analyze us, find out who you can trust Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust You never know
you think you got the shit in? You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can
s keeper and the finder of lost children And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance And furious anger those who attempt to poison And destroy my brothers And you
