[Intro]
Guess who? Guess who?
Guess who?
Guess who? Guess who?
Yeeeah!

[Verse]
Po' Pimp your bitch like my name was fucking Twista
Twist your cap back from this fucked up ass n***a
Nickle-plated burner on the hip, I'm not concerned
Send you to Tha Crossroads, I'm screamin' more murder
Bumpin' Lil Slim in the whip, I pay homage
I predict your death, you can call me J-Stradamus
He talk that gangsta shit in that bing, but let's be honest
If his ass get locked up I bet he sing like Carl Thomas