Hey, bitch, u see me now, i'm onna hunt-hunt Heard 'bout terroristic threat - im gonna bum-bum Boutta shoot 'em muthufuckas from a gun-gun Lotta stacks of bodies and all em done-done
Get da fuck outta bitches where ya from-from Im gonna launch my planes from aerodrome-drome Bust all yo fuckin' positions and all yo plan-plans And turn your every fuckin body to a flame-flames
U undertakin' diversion and u gon die for it U know the laws and the moral rules but you ignore it You killin' children, old people, women - but what for, ha? Maybe you were growin up in cursed microflora? No more, ha! End story.. Pistola.. Big hole.. A perforated head mathufucka can't be a murder World terrorism is down - applause to Rest Dawg And kids is walkin' inna streets at night ----- rhyme is over