Lyrics:

I'm gonna clean this whole shit out like colonics,
with words put together better than sony electronics,
king of the jungle humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions swim with pirana's,
gasoline the seen, strike the match,
inferno i'm 2 thoro nigga so stand back,
(whoof) i spit shine,
i get mine, writ rhyming and make my career take an incline,
i'm straight with knives and straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gauges,
been around the world on a million stages,
watch niggas bitch up an go thru changes,
i had guns be4 thugs waz in fashion,
i mashed out be4 nigga's knew mashing,
i knew terror be4 the planes started crashing,
i got punchline and nigga's ain't laughing,

(chorus)
i'm gonna be here until the smoke dies down,
it's over your style i won't bow down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like i move and live life long,
can't move up in your hard not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time i spit i shine,

cock suckers i preach when i practise,
back shit up,
wrap this rap shit up,
still acting up,
get found in the trunk of an acura,
y'all suckin tail like dracula,
x turn up the heat increase the hatred,
straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit,
so i guess that means i can't fuck with you now,
two down let off vacate to newtown,
feel like bishop in duece now,
got a flamethrower that'll burn big holes thru ur goose now,
ruff sound same strong background,
bet on black the big boys layin chips down,
my whole train of thought,
it's the party,
any mutherfucker with the polis can not get caught,
i was blessed with life when i cursed to death,
i'm gonna spit till my very last breath (fuck y'all!)

(chorus)

let me get a three second look i'll hit the million dollar target,
you ain't came up yet so nigga let me show ya,
i come across dope like planes an boats,
likes balloons filled with coke down a mexican's throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked they shit on theirself,
then they shake for a second then they get stopped shakin,
then they ditch off the weapon an the people involved,
let one nigga talk everybody gettin caught for sure,
i say that to say this,
if you can't handle the time then ride the bitch,
u might as wel touch your tail and jump the fence
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
x goes head up, the fuck never ran from it,
got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach,
you ain't a killa you an album filla,
you ain't a soldier you a rap emoter,
game over,

(chorus)