The is towin' precision as a Afro trim All big letters but it no acronym Smack the thin off the chin for crack smokin' DDT the bar, leave the track back broken
Chrome grown men doing business with 'em swing but that banjo's so relaxing as the wax spin Hacking axes in the wind, it's just a pen See if you can 'em in
Tense, met your men on a fenced in, sensed this is The wheels fall off then the end Don't get keelhauled in villain always Feel genuine ballskin
Not to call the crowd out There's just a few And you know who you are like a out Place them in your mouth and taste them like a pastry
Waste of space, hastily, bow out gracefully Disappear, reappear and disappear Villain knot his he's no Afro-American If that's the case he be a bald African
Takin' all the and jetted astro-travellin' Turn a man into a mannequin for And bein' tough actin', tin actin', bluff He wears a mask so when you his face Each and every race absorb the bass
In a place to be, don't the hyperbole It's a murder spree get sniped verbally And beat in the head with lead pipe For street cred leave 'em for and angro-snitch
The suggest it was the guy in the glasses Who came to help the people with they in they asses And sent trippin' get a grip Spalding These walls is thin genuine ballskin