[Intro: Samples and Tha God Fahim]
You a bitch ass n***a, man, you stuck me up, man!
(Get the fuck off him!)
Fuck you, man! I'ma kill you!
(Get out of my house, [?]! Get outta here! Oh, shit! Ma, he's got a gun!)

Dump Gawd

Uh, yeah
Klap Gawd
Supreme Dump Legend (came through to clap that shit up, man)
Uh

[Verse]
I'm the worst person to have as a enemy or opp
Chopper with the foldable stock (tatatata)
Every gun I lift is fifty shots of havoc
Doin' walk-ups with automatics
You bein' chalked up, and in a casket (boom)
Drinkin' the devil's juice, forty to eighty proof
That's proof I'll maybe shoot
I mash the '80s coupe (yuh)
I'm with your lady, too
Dump Gawd clap clips
The hundred-round carbine got a accent (tatatatata, tata)
It takes a godly mind to understand what I'm kickin'
1500 on my feet, while you bullshittin' (you n***as bullshittin', man)
And when I pull out the Colt, I'm so accurate
Headshot make you kneel, Colin Kaepernick (boo-ka!)
The Klap Gawd is immaculate
.380 make you dance without the MC Hammer pants
Your blood rushin' fast, you need a ambulance
Rap legend, the God is not normal
My body is human, but my spirit is just immortal
Walkin' through portals, my shooter got the heart of a gargoyle
Silence can get eerie, too
Fearin' who? Smoke you like B-B-Q (z-z-z-za!)
Dump Gawd

[Outro: Samples]
(toilet flushing)
We got our shooter! C'mon, we got our guy!
We got 'em!
Put your hands on your head. Put your hands on your head!
[?], be advised, [?]
Put your [?]. You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you wish the presence of an attorney, you [?]. You understand that?