Machine Gun Funk If I'm diggin the gear that you wear... I fucks with itSteal your kicks, let you buy em back for a buck fiftyThis kid is strapped and after I pull the trigger backMy spittin gats flippin caps through your silly fitted hatLeave your head with bigger gaps than nattkrigs earingsFor the simple fact you little cats shitty raps really wackWhen I say you dudes is fake I don't hate on youIt's just that... you fools to scared to face the truthListen son, your jewels and chain don't make you coolBut goes perfectly with my Guccishades and gatorshoes (thx!)I'm already famous, kid.. you'll never get a labeldealCause I watch your career end quicker than Kramers didI hate the scene, that's why I'm always drunk in the barAnd fuck a barfight.. you'll end up in the trunk of my carI'm sniffin caine and smokin crack with Bobby Brownafter I split your brain with tokin Macs and TommygunsFuck a pistol and fuck the Virginia Tech shooter...I'll go to Virginia, get a Tech and shoot the next school up
Tack gott folk!Omen, det tänkte jag faktisikt inte så mycket på. Fokuserade mer på att ha trigger back raden först pga jag inte lämnat dom med bigger gaps förens jag avlossat skottet. Feel me?