I'm out for whatever you wanna call it, cash or paper My only purpose to kill, perfect assassinator I'm on the path of Islam, you on the path of Vader My nickname Buck 50 cousin pass the razor The 750, I turn you from a fan to hater Feeling myself like I'm a chronic masturbator I ain't the type of motherfucker you should ask a favour I'm the type of motherfucker that'll blast my neighbour I look at anybody as weak that has a saviour The Israeli Galil will turn your ass to vapour I got an Ingram MAC-11 and it has a laser I got a thing for MAC-11s, not a passive nature Everything I write is war on the pad and paper I don't listen to rap no more, my passion's Slayer My heart is cold as the temperature of a massive glacier I put a giant hole inside you like a massive crater
Everywhere I go to ball Paz is strapped I be loading it up, I be cocking it back I ain't in my right mind, I ain't stopping at that I will hit his lifeline in the back of his cap See I'm faster than a motherfucker grabbing his gat Beating me is just illogical imagining that I'm a I make bodies disappear like a magical act Yeah, I'm just giving the fans another anthem This is just another example of my expansion I make your top drop like the new Phantom I like to pop shots with my new cannon The left hook wild vicious, I'm a champion You ain't wilding out cousin, that's a tantrum Wild assault rifles, thirty fucking handguns I'm holding all of you motherfuckers for ransomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
