You're the scum of the earth, ya pieca shit I'll break your neck 'cos you're dealin' it Turn pain into gold, payed to keep the kids down The ruling class they want you around They're not on the streets, but you I can touch Me & my edge crew, we'll deal with your drugs
When you're gone, we hit right to the top The 'heart' of the system, the government is da mob They'll get it
Pusher season - We'll have a ball Pusher season - We'll shoot you all