I'm the one they call in to torture ya smackin ya chick
And forcin her in the backseat of an old Korsaka (sp?)
Kuniva's the silent type, under the silence is a violent life
Usually followed by sirens and lights get ya throat cut
From this tyrants knife I'm high as a kite and my get away
Driver is drivin right messin wit Hans'll get ya flipped like
A baton deadliest bomb that wrapped around rappers like Collumbine
You wanna get us? I'm tired of waitin, for every brother that showed me love
There's five of 'em hatin I graded blazin thirty eight without grazin
When D12 signed everthing started changin I'm savagin your duckets
Grabbin a bucket for the muckus get sucked, you ain't gettin nothin
But a missile or cannon and I ain't with your misunderstandin
I'll (sh*t) on a man and his damn family
I'm strapped with raw rap, there's nothin less than facts
I keep heat like soldiers with (guns?) that I wreck
I stack money, no jack homie I been gettin dough
Fall for that (b*t*h) Mya three videos in a row
I'm stuck when I tiptoe, big dog walkin
Tissue paper hangin from my (???) talkin
Spiteful ??? rootin for one of these kennedies fallin
Spiteful (rifle)