Goretex the young wizard, my life is like a porn set
Drug blizzards, runaway bitches slump dead on my doorstep
Sugar mama's got a crush on Gore
Fist in they ass, twisting nipples, sucking my balls
Tapping the bush, medium rare was mush
She ain’t happy unless she got pills and the arm in a tush
Sparking the kush, leaving off the strippers like it's welfare
Hip-Hop polygamist, I'm killing shit (We in the mix!)
Haters obsessed, I be swerving the Benz
My chick’s ass is so fucking fat, be hurting her legs
Twenty-eight cadavers, but I ain't heard from the feds
Uncle Howie opium dens we be repping till death
Stay vacant, you American faggot like Clay Aiken
Cum vacuum, you be dancing at raves like AIDS patients
Belly up, we thuggin' it heavy, my goons ready
Your skull's a deli, my guns turn your head to confetti

Outro:

I said I'll meet you at the doorstep anyday, you know, and somebody will get hurt if you keep playin' them games, I'm talkin' to you, somebody’s gonna get hurt, ’cause this an American war