NOW IF I WASN'T DRUNK I'D PROBALY BLOW MY FUCKEN BRAINS OUT/
THE A.P.D WANNA RING MY NECK FOR THE WAY I HANDLE THANGS NOW/
YOU THINK I GIVE A.. FUCK? MY WHOLE LIFE I'VE BEEN KNOWN TO PRESS MY LUCK/
I'M WALKIN' UP THE BLOCK WIT A LIMP FROM THE S-K CHOP TUCKED IN MY NUTS/
I HOPE THIS GOES AS PLANNED, IT'S BEEN ABOUT 2 WEEKS I'VE BEEN PLOTTIN'/
ABOUT HOW FAR TO PARK THE GETAWAY AND HOW MANY FENCES I'LL BE HOPPIN'/
HOW MANY BACKYARDS GOT DOGS? FUCK THAT, KILL 'EM WITH THE STEAK AND D-CON/
THEN DO MY DIRTY DEED COMMENCE TO HIT THAT FENCE AND BE GONE/
FOR THE FUTURE BLASTIN', GOTTA KEEP MY ASS UP OUT THE CASKET/
OR MY CLICK GONNA BE ONE LESS DEEP THATS ONE LESS SOLDIER IN ACTION/
AND WE CAN'T AFFORD THAT, TOO MANY RIDERS ALREADY SWALLOWED/
BUT WE HANGIN' ON WIT A LEFT HAND GRIP WHILE OUR RIGHT HANDS BUCKIN' HOLLOWZ/
HOLLERIN' YOC LIFE..NORTE..FUCK DIRTEEN..CATORCE/
I EARN A STRIPE FOR THE NORTE SIDE EVERY SCRAP LIFE I MAKE FORFEIT/
PLUS THERE'S MORE SHIT I MUST TEND TO DUE TO THE BACKSTABBIN' I'VE BEEN THROUGH/
ANTIOCH'S MY PLACE OF VENUE FOR EX-HOMIEZ ON MY MENU/
CHALK IT UP TO THE EVIL THAT MEN DO WHEN I VENTILATE YOUR CHEST/
AND YOU CAN'T HELP BUT PISS AND SHIT ALL OVER YOURSELF AND MEET YOUR DEATH/
TAKE YOUR LAST BREATH.