ay ay ay ay ay ay A. yates,
you dont know the handle then your a day late,
death and destruction it is they fate,

cause when i get up on a track it'll be like wait,
sick 'em deliver, get ta flippin,
you be the victim and imma pick em off,

fix em with a quick,and imma knock division off of ^!$$%s,
no livin givin or iggin on the rigorous,
look at dis, will somebody look at dis,

i be killin 'em, put up or shut up,
get up be cut up, its animosity,
foot in ya gut up, bullet for colors,

im an atroscity, wicked,
i went around, arrange one off, i rip it?
id rather be red and ready then runnin with the rigits?

dont be stupid, if you got a minute better run away,
you better jump im slumpin you cause,
never gonna put the gun away,

you better back up off of me or get it,
admit it, im killin off everybody and then it,
i quit it, and we knockin, he stoppin,

never can beat the cleverness,
she jocken, me @@#!en,
comin to get the head of the chula?

i shoot her because lots a gouda,
that dude'll be foolery, because i socked the ruler?
ay ay ay ay ay ay ay,

yank em, when he thinkin he better then nina,
i gotta spank em, shank em with the thang,
for thinkin that we'll come & give up the game,

we hang the really bane in my sanctum,
they dont really wanna see me,
techa nina eattin your whole supper like zeedy?

when i get to goin i smoke a ^!$$% like a beady?
im leavin em all dead lips blacker than miss sealy.