"The f** you say now, huh? Hey, huh. Bam bam bam. Mothaf**a I'm strapped. You don't f**in' talk now, huh." I got the AR-15, let me hit his head Heard us running up inside the crib and then he sh** his bed I ain't trying to hear nothing cousin give me bread The only thing inside the duffel bag shrunken heads That's how motherf**ing grimy we are You don't wanna see how motherf**ing violent we are Yeah or where the motherf**ing silencers are What the Asiatic motherf**ing sciences are I know you saying that this motherf**er curse a lot I'm just trying to balance out the fact you rock a purse a lot I heard you s** dick and walk around in skirts a lot Listen to Kanye West, recite his verse a lot Pazienza I don't rock with that soft sh** We juice crew Hilltop hardcore sh** We got the? digger uncut raw sh** To put his motherf**ing body in the morgue sh**, yeah