gun cocked back]. [Eminem]. Nah we ain't goin [echo]. I love bein hated it great it. Let's me know that I made it. I wouldn't have it no other way. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Only let's me know that I'm loved. by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you. And as long as you keep fuckin with us we keep fuckin you up. And keep pullin the rug from up under you. And what's ever more fucked up is we enjoy what were doin. so much there ain't nothin that we love more than Pullin Your Skirts Up. And exposin you hoes so much people are startin to wonder. what's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els. Do unto others of you will have done under you. So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to. When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]. You will ask youself how come your mans. didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance. You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't. This is past any irrationalization. We have captured national media attention. Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension start buildin. soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building. Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God. if someone so much as even touches one of my people. I'll put a million on his head. And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it. But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit. And it ain't because I'm a bitch. It's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with. I'm a general I ain't Bush I don't send my soldiers to war. I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em so when I do get 'em. Orders to storm your headquarters you'll be fuckin with a ... [Swifty McVay]. Fuckin with a peacekeeper see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver. That I eat ya niggaz wanna keep speakin like it ain't even that deep. I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]. See I wouldn't fuck with me neither only heaven can help ya. I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda". Without a failure there's gonna be hell to tell the. captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya. body when I hide ya I be on that mob shit. You another Hoffa under the Renaissance bitch. You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic. I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids. [Obie Trice]. Motherfucker I'll handle you. We can have it out on any Avenue. A Average Man flipped into an animal. Shoot out your mandibles. Cannons and ammunition reload with precision. Nigga know the mechanicals. Break the pistol down you should see them handles. The street taught the child no read up manuals. Push your crack vows young Nino Brown. Chasin green is the dream when your young and brown. Bound to be a problem child look what I'm involved in now. A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down. Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours. When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot] c'mon). [Kuniva]. While your punchin and tacklin punks. I'm handlin chumps packin a pump. that's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]. On the streets I'm a beast I feast upon the weak. So speak beef I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace". A monster pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas. Starve ya get it crackin yankin bitches for they ganja. Sneaky as fuck I don't think mama beat me enough. When she was sleepin stuff I was stealin the keys to the truck. Shut the fuck up before you end up dead in the dump truck. Or in the streets takin a nap bleedin and Lugged up. Who Want What like M. Bleek with this heat if you ten deep. Then fuck it it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]. [Proof]. Know much about my a land ski. Don't tustle with my hand speed. Clutch your burner bust it and watch your man bleed. We ferocious toast no holsters. Approach us throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon [gunshot]). We the soldiers ya'll the youngsters (ha). Youngsters lungs puncture dead in a dumpster [gunshot]. Upstairs the Munsters hand full of drama. You scared of the drama bomber the monster [gun cocks boof]. I'm back nigga (woof) I reappear. Shoot like [gunshot] homie steer clear. Blackness carcass covered with cat fish. We murkers with no purpose other than practice. [Bizarre]. There's three things I hate: liars fakes and cheaters. Alcoholics sluts and fuckin wife beaters. A gat that describes my life. I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]. Bitch Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop. At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]. This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in. I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding. I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty. I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny. I'll Shit on You I'll pee on R. Kelly too. This is Bizarre see you "Devil's Night 2"