I AM THE ONE, DONT WEIGH A TON DONT NEED A GUN TO GET RESPECT UP ON THE STREET UNDER THE SUN, THE BASTARD SUN WILL POP THE GLOCK TO FEED HIMSELF AND FAMILY BY ANY MEANS, YOUR ENEMIES MY ENEMIES WE WET THEM UP LIKE A CANTEEN THE YELLOW TAPE SURROUNDS THE FATE DON'T HAVE A FACE SO NOW YOU LATE, OPEN THE GATE
I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!... A chain saw, what!!... A motherfucking chain saw, what!!... So come and get it