i've known furious for about 2 years and this man still-a-bitch/
back down little pussy, or im gonnna ''hand you your ass'' like ventriloquists/
theres only thugs and shit in here boy, this ten milla-shit/
everything this kid say is a ''little B.S.'' like Ben Stillers-kids/
who knows how the fuck u got further than me last-time/
but saying ur thug, ya ass-lying, i can ''see though your act'' like a glass-mime/
i hit ya bitch from the back, i think i got-her-spine, shortly after i ''shoot kids'' like Columbine/
taking a photography trip through California is the only time you ever ''shot-a-9''/ (I-9)
nigga, i can kill you in anyway, homie, i tear-in-man-whores/
you'll die before i let your ''slide'' like caravan-doors/
(TURN UP THE HEAT! DONT SLEEP ON NONE OF THESE)
why this nigga rhyming? im sick-of-this/
him rappin is like when he give ''brains'', cause it dont make a ''lick-of-sense''/
i think this dude is gay-in-fact/
you'll get ''thrown round'' when i ''grab the metal'' like playin-jacks/
your face is all cut up now with your identity-scarred/
i'll find ya wife, and ''insert in the slot(slut)'' like a memory-card/
ill come around smooth, jump and beat-up-ya-homie/
ill hit you wit a ''new gun'' if you caught up in the ''heat-of-the-moment''/
