Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out It’s past your curfew when its dark, I’m searchin for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.