Verse 1: I take my gat out. Shoot these n***as about. Get the fuck out. The bullets through the body makes the bitch pout. N***as rest, there's no doubt. Better take the left route. Fucking n***as tortured, hear them all shout. (Dumb n***as. Fuck n***as. Half pint bitch n***as. Pussy n***as. Shit n***as. Dumb n***as. Fuck n***as. Half pint bitch n***as. Pussy n***as shit n***as.)

Verse 2: I know these n***as grew up shooting all punks. Blow brains out, blew out chunks. And stuff they limbs in trunks. N***as dont know who they dealing with. Thought a7 was a myth. Now these n***as get the fucking diss. I don´t give a fuck bout these fools, cause they fools, shooting all n***as up in school. I hate the first world teens talking shit about society, n***as have varietys of choices. And opinions. N***as are my minions. I hold these n***as high like a pinion. (Dumb n***as. Fuck n***as. Half pint bitch n***as. Pussy n***as. Shit n***as. Dumb n***as. Fuck n***as. Half pint bitch n***as. Pussy n***as shit n***as.)

Verse 3: Fuck yall n***as. Yall know how it goes. Watch as my hurricane inside of me blows. N***as get a rip of they clothes. Cause when they saw a7 thats when they froze. N***a, I got cons, I got pros. Watch them bleed painfully, cut they throat slow. Wanna see me, just sit in the front row. These n***as fuck it up, while I keep my flow. N***A!