Verse 1:
rip it hardcore, like !@$^o flick (*##$es,

Yeah we stole that line what the $#&@ you gonna diss us?

We came straight from the sewers, just like the das,
Gotta get my meth, smoke up, watch how high!
Everybody still talkin bout their gin & juice,

Today was a good day...so why the $#&@ are you,
Cryin to your mama, she said martyr knock him out,
lucky im a nice guy or i'd make you scream and shout.

Runnin with a hatchet, aimed at your neck,
We're natural born killers comin straight from the brooklyn zoo.
Actually i lied, we comin from the 845,

luckily it's high time, let's go stop a columbine.
Everybody stop their %#@!, watch me quick and let me spit.
Shadow boxing from the Shaolin best protect ya neck.

Everybody dies, but life's just a pack of lies,
This is just a gangsters paradise, This is hard times


Verse 2:
Here i am again, back from the dead,
musta been a hail mary back from a life of sin.

Let's get it straight, dont get it twisted,
I can not die, mutha$#&@a dont you listen?
Call me the grimm reaper no where for you to hide,

i grab you by the throat and watch the terror scream from your eyes.
Live! Evil! Live! Evil!
We scream to the skies hoping every$#&@ingbody dies.

Yall cant touch, im just too $#&@ing cold,
if i was any colder i'd be ice ice baby!
Now don't you forget it, don't you $#&@ing lie,

these are hard times dont regret me being on your side.