[intro]
No, no
I didn't do anything
I didn't do anything
-scream-
[verse 1: Fitch]
Black and white
Like a f**ing cartoon
TNT makes the girls go boom
Magnification
Makes the world go zoom
I can track you by your scent
Like some f**ing perfume
Jail breakers
They're on my list
f** with me
Then i get pissed
Truth is
That you're gonna be hist
Tell f**ing scoobydoo
He can s** my this
Red flag
With a f**ing red cross
Tell Rick Ross
That I'm the new boss
f**ing your mom
But with no extra fuss
You ever need a job
You can scrape my moss
-hook-
I'm a detective roaming round streets
Using one pistol k**ing your fleets
You'll be in choppers
I'm on my feet
If the ram says he's clean
Then I'm always neat
Same story
Who cares about books
My rhymes are so sick
Like my mutherf**ing hooks
My gang is so dangerous
We're made up of crooks
If staring could k**
You'll be dead by my looks
-silence-
-gun shot-