[Verse 1: Apoc Krysis]

Another heavy weight hitta'
With a mind of his own
Exposin' all the lame n***as
Wit a barrel made of chrome
Who showed you how to make a stang
Who taught you how to hit a lick
Why you fakin' like u did any of that Gangsta shit
I know that you a punk
I can smell it that’s an awful stench
I got six slugs and they only want to meet yo rib, cage it’s a gauge count the numbers as they fuckin flip, feel like Mafioso as I order out these rappers hits , dead on the corner from the 38 caliber, the mystics and the style is a secret like Excalibur, body cast body bag n***a you can take your pick, I’m trippin from the anna about to desecrate your copy clique