(Verse 1: Beamon)
BITCH YOU PUSSY THATS ON MY MAMA
IM GRINDING
DONT PUSH ME I WENT THROUGH ALL IT
IM RIDING
A N***A DOLO IM IN THE BATWHIP
THESE BULLETS GO TONY ROMO
BITCH COULD YOU CATCH THAT
I SLIDE IN WEAPONS BARKIN
THATS DMX SHIT
THE BEAMON PUT THEM IN COFFINS
AND THEN I EXIT
THAT BITCHY GONE WANNA LICK ME
SO IMA TEST IT
GO FIFTY I HIT LIKE ED REED
BITCH YOU DONT WANT IT
SHE LEAKIN THAT PUSSY JUICY
SOON AS SHE TOUCH ME
THEY HATIN THEY KEEP TWEAKIN
IT COULD GET UGLY
IM BEAMON MY CHOPPER SCREAMIN
THAT BITCH BE BUCKIN
IM BEAMON I PETER PARKER
I BRING THAT CARNAGE


(Verse 2: Lewis Is Dead)
HOPE YOU’RE ENTERTAINED
HOPE YOU’RE IN A GRAVE
HOPE YOU’RE IN A FLAME
FUCK YOU AND YOUR FAME
FUCK YOU IN YOUR FACE
WHAT A FUCKIN LAME
FANS At YOUR NAME
TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN
EAST SIDE N***A PULL UP WITH A KNIFE OUT
I NEED THAT
KEEP THAT ENERGY WHEN I GET MINE OUT
I BLEED THAT
ALL THIS AGONY
AND ALL THIS FLAK I NEED MY GREENS BACK
N***AS WANT THE BEEF BUT “WHAT THE HEALTH” SAID BITCH DON’T EAT THAT
STICKY BITCH I HIT THAT CLICK AND BITCH I HANDKERCHIEF THAT
HOW’D I ACHIEVE THAT
THE RAGE IN ME DON’T WANT THE PEACE BACK
COCK THE PIECE BACK
I LIVE FOR NO REASON
ON RECESS
THE SOULS I DIGEST
DO NOT REQUIRE ME TO RESPECT
NEED MY RESPECT
DEAD WOLF
THROATFUCKER
NEVER DECENT