[Verse] I'm standing in my room, looking out the window I go down, I need a broom, to clean up my indoors It's a mess in here, I'll surely need a mop, of course I grab these tools and drop the others to clean up these fools But the blood in my hands is still liquid Tripping down my fingers, I lick it so I don't need no quitting And now no more slipping, damn I am nasty These boys wanted to bring me down so I away pa**ed them The fast way, I ain't no shook I'm a crook son so what the f** you gonna do? Mad ginger and his friend are long gone And I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on [Hook: SaraP] I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on I can still hear their radio on, on