Lyrics:

Crack you like a twig

You're like a faggot rockin' the wig

I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild

Your real mom's a pig

Thats how I classify these dumb crowds

A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat

But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag

You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding

But you the pussy bleeding right now

But no you ain't dreaming

Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming

How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?

You be the type to smoke with cats

That think they blunts a seaman

We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming

PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening

Oh shit I think your mom's beeping

Word thats her number no doubt

Yo I'ma break out

First I get some chinese take out

And scope jake out

Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me

But I broke out before the story

And those devils never saw me



To my kids sold in sheets

Rap freaks

All you tricks in heat

We'll crack your beef for being sweet

Don't even try to sleep I'm full length

You're a snip of tape

I been in state but you tradin' jakes

While your ass inflates

My dictates what a fag you are

Up and drag stag in zanzibar

Rocking tennis shots

I'm pro what comes sports

Like a benetaur

Fuck a figure 'fore

I lace it with a cleated shirt

Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk

I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work

Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades

Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav

I shed scenes on dark days

Friend of all angels on fatal car chase

Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph

Caught the stench of the rotten projects

Bagger left and I'm out



Non-Phixion be the full monty

Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty

I'm Noam Chomsky, nah

Fucking like Phil Bronski

I'm ill constantly

Kill with the velocity T3

Three years before the movie got out

And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out

To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this

Just like a love boat

Or William S Borroughs' rough coat

Smell the gun smoke

You get thug broke

Like uncut coke

With no client to sell it to

Internal Revenue

There's many levels to the train of thought

We taking over airports

Get slain for sport

Probably share recourse like Puffy

Non-Phixion - Vampire slayers like Buffy