[Intro (Original Song)]
Hey, yo, whassup?
My name is Ben
Can I draw some maps witchu?
(N***a, what? Fo' sho'!
Roll that shit up!)

[Verse 1]
Stay aware I'm predicate felon
Something quick for the nailing
What's a sledgehammer to a melon
Keep the strap with me like Ellen
Huffin propane might do a Kurt Cobain
No clue what these pills contain, I'm Bane
With no Brain, stuck to the K-K-Kocaine
Type of strain to eliminate with no pain
It's warfare outdoors, ambulance
Bring hardcore pornographic gore
To each of my tours, then we dance
To verses full of controverse
Switch up like Ma$e to church
Crеpt through with .38 spec-i-o [special]
Climb your walls like Ez-i-o
Lеave no proof or resid-u-al
But God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me
Ya hear?
By the time you see him *Two gun shots*
That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?

[Hook: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al]
Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?