text: Dont get it right down, man this shit too hot
  If you do it in here security gon stop
  All the folks in here gon know who shot
  
  I came to bring doom and leave nasty wounds
  Leave you maricons soakin, chokin in a bloody pool
  Cause I dont shoot at clouds, I shoot at crowds
  When you hear the BLAY! bitch, you better duck down
  Layin still with the cross and the scope on yo head
  Squeeze the trigger, blow yo brains over there on yo bitch leg
  Trigger-happy aint the word, bitch Im trigger-sprung
  Imma make you give a blowjob to my gun
  Come on, come all, whoever wanna brawl
  When I pull this yawk out my draws, hoe you gonna fall
  And I plan on hittin me a motherfuckin organ
  You screamin, blood is motherfuckin pourin
  Aint no pity in my goddamn city
  Niggas are dirty, grimy, gritty
  Keep playin cock-a-roach, I play pesticide
  Double bucks make you wear a shit bag all yo life
  Dont get it right down, man this shit too hot
  If you do it in here security gon stop
  All the folks in here gon know who shot
  
  To all you weak-ass rappers who think you got issues
  I got them wolves and they ready to sic you
  So tell yo mammy bring plenty of tissue
  I got a black dress and a coffin to fit you
  Oh yes, Scarecrow gonna get up with you
  I got a arsenal and Im launchin missiles
  I torture you, beat you, leave you crippled
  Smack you with the .40 and its plated with nickel
  Aint nobody straight, aint nobody safe
  Be somewhere hid, dawg, lost without a trace
  Bounce around the club, yeah he think he alright
  But he wont be makin it home tonight
  You dont have to like me, I dont like you either
  But slip up and you will see: Im off the meter
  And when you hear the BLAY!, like damn who shot?
  Somebody just got popped in the parking lot
  Dont get it right down, man this shit too hot
  If you do it in here security gon stop
  All the folks in here gon know who shot
  
  I made me a list, Im checkin it twice
  Those who are naughty gettin mortuary ice
  Bitch ducked first, when the gun fire disperse
  Bloody up yo shirt, put you in a Cadi hearse
  Got somethin outside thatll cut you in half
  Go to yo mammy house, shove a pine cone up her ass
  If you cross me I got somethin special in store
  Drive you down-town, throw you off the highest floor
  Cause you know the Scarecrow, Im down for some crucifixion
  Dynamite up your ass, thats stimulation
  You dont know the C4 is under your car
  Cut that bitch up and throw yo punk-ass to mars
  Dont get too close, bitch I cut yo throat
  Send yo punk-ass to hell with the rest of my foes
  Oh I just might wait til I think you forgot
  And pop yo bitch-ass in the parking lot
  Dont get it right down, man this shit too hot
  If you do it in here security gon stop
  All the folks in here gon know who shot