No baby zips allowed! I'ma show you that I don't give a make loveAnd bring some IRL-shit to these fake thugsPop the cap, and I'm not talking about gunsMiller, Killian, Murphy and Kenny are my BudsWhere were you when Jason got clocked by fucksYou said: I ran..! like where bombs are droppedAlright, fuck is up? Bottoms up! Ah, shit, you know I'm in itWho am I to hate?.. But wait just a godamn minute!Who's the fuck is that, being louder than me, sayin cheersPop the cap! This time I'm not talking about beersI'm just intoxicated by fake smilesAnd bitchass rappers actually rhyming with "8-mile" ;DWhile real Cs keep facts straight like datelineI'ma make this club shake likeEarthquakes when the world ends, It's certain!And pass my beer around, like it's crew's girlfriendDrink drink drink! No baby zips allowed motherfuckerBrickwall, Go get your Xcider like these other suckers Gangs are urban tribes, a beast of burden revivedI can't believe I'm shitfaced on a regular thursday night