[Verse 1]
I'm out for whatever you want to call it, cash or paper
My only purpose to k**, perfect a**a**inator
I'm on the path of Islam, you on the path of Vader
My nickname Buck 50 cousin pa** the razor
The 750i turn you from a fan to hater
Feeling myself like I'm a chronic masturbator
I ain't the type of motherf**er you should ask a favour
I'm the type of motherf**er that'll blast my neighbour
I look at anybody as weak that has a savior
The Israeli Galil will turn your a** to vapor
I got an Ingram MAC-11 and it has a laser
I got a thing for MAC-11s, not a pa**ive nature
Everything I write is war on the pad and paper
I don't listen to rap no more, my pa**ion's Slayer
My heart is cold as the temperature of a ma**ive glacier
I put a giant hole inside you like a ma**ive crater
[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go the bohl Paz is strapped
I be loading it up, I be co*king 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 motherf**er grabbing his gat
Beating me is just illogical imagining that
I'm a G 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 a**ault rifles, thirty f**ing handguns
I'm holding all of you motherf**ers for ransom