Call up Stewart and Rook We bout to k** this sh** look I'm about to murder everyone Leave em stuck, leave em Shook I'm bout to load up my gun Shoot my piece and then book I'm bout to start having fun Break beneath in the roof Start to choke from the pressure I'm the joker, Heath ledger Kids talking all that sh**, mediocre I'm better b**h I'm just a lil jit, pot smoker in sweaters Doing it to get big, I got nothing to do, better I got nothing to do, better Pockets full of no cheddar Stalking in every weather Like I got a vendetta Instead of talking that sh**, go and do something better Now back to the stick up, pull my gun out the dresser Six whippin a pick up Chis with a Barretta Adalwolf be a sick f** f**ed in the head of Some other sh** on his mind Like he got impedimenta I'm a nomad In my head But I'm a maniac instead Like Gun co*ked loaded at the clerk finger focus Bout to merk everyone like a germ diplococcus Tell the clerk open up the register. Hypnosis Notice her hocus pocus in the corner thinking oh sh** It's okay, six pull open Open the front door let her in Take here home and do everything I order Sort her out no disorders Sorta pissed that I brought her Tie her up 'for i sorta get bored and start to slaughter I can't deal with this sh** I can't take it no more Put you're hands up lil b**h and then get on the floor This a stick up lil b**h I'm breaking down ur door This a stick up lil b**h I'm breaking down ur door (X2) I explore Corredors Breaking inside before Anyone notices 4 doors on the floor Knocked down like a who*e Shell shocked like its war co*k back grab the score Hell rot when we're gore Moving out the sh** nobody stopping Proving now, talk sh**, got a problem? Get dropped, lil kid, u a goblen Nomad boyz, SP, we a problem