[Verse 1:]
I'm out for whatever you wanna call it, cash or paper

My only purpose to kill, perfect $$#assinator
I'm on the path of Islam, you on the path of Vader
My nickname Buck 50 cousin pass the razor

The 750, I turn you from a fan to hater
Feeling myself like I'm a chronic masturbator
I ain't the type of mother$#&@er you should ask a favour

I'm the type of mother$#&@er that'll blast my neighbour
I look at anybody as weak that has a saviour
The Israeli Galil will turn your $$# to vapour

I got an Ingram MAC-11 and it has a laser
I got a thing for MAC-11s, not a passive nature
Everything I write is war on the pad and paper

I don't listen to rap no more, my passion's Slayer
My heart is cold as the temperature of a massive glacier
I put a giant hole inside you like a massive crater


[Verse 2:]
Everywhere I go to ball Paz is strapped

I be loading it up, I be @@#!ing it back
I ain't in my right mind, I ain't stopping at that
I will hit his lifeline in the back of his cap

See I'm faster than a mother$#&@er grabbing his gat
Beating me is just illogical imagining that
I'm a [? ] you is just a pacifist rat

I make bodies disappear like a magical act
Yeah, I'm just giving the fans another anthem
This is just another example of my expansion

I make your top drop like the new Phantom
I like to pop shots with my new cannon
The left hook wild vicious, I'm a champion

You ain't wilding out cousin, that's a tantrum
Wild $$#ault rifles, thirty $#&@ing handguns
I'm holding all of you mother$#&@ers for ransom