If I Get My Hands on a Rich White Male

How you gonna arm wrestle With the will of God? Bullets through the temper-pedic Call that pillow talk Spill em like a margarita Leave em on the block Niggas thinkin its a joke No Phillip, Todd I go aimin with the locs Hope i hit my target But i dont mind if the Family becomes a carcass Uppercut his baby mother Send her ass through orbit Put his pets and the kids On the black market Violence ain’t the answer? F*ck it, im kinda retarded Ever seen the rage of God? We the ragin incarnate They say vengeance is a Dish best served cold But the heat that im usin Has to reload Cereal for dinner had My stomach speakin morse code Niggas stain the dishes Then would move it by the boatload Niggas feel like atlas when they Carryin the workload Ten toes This a act you shoulda forbode Cause The dead don’t give No fucks When you look em in the eyes Will you fear his love? If you stumbled in the mud Would you spill yo blood? Would you steal a nigga’s soul For the one above? If i took a cracka gold Would he fight or run? You could never break The mold No, David Dunn Put the heater to his ghost Then we lift him up Put the heater to his ghost Then we lift him up Lift em up Mind of an owl Strength of an ox Glock make a nigga do The Michael J. Fox Stop, what you doin Put ya phone in the box Want the cash, want the jewels Want the food, want the stocks Act like a fool and the rules Gonna pop And the tools that we use Gon be new to the cops PTSD of that wu tang torture To a Different degree when you F*ck with the culture The irony of writin bars About treatin words with disregard And switchin to bogard a Nigga’s heart Adds weight to the Force of a punch And this ain’t metal, ain’t punk Ain’t no goddamn grunge This is rap music with a “F*ck you” type grudge This is Ice Cube bashin Up ya place with a bat This be Chuck D with the steel The color of black Ain’t no attack It’s destruction without the Chance of impunity The dead don’t give No fucks When you look em in the eyes Will you fear his love? If you stumbled in the mud Would you spill yo blood? Would you steal a nigga’s soul For the one above? If i took a cracka gold Would he fight or run? You could never break The mold No, David Dunn Put the heater to his ghost Then we lift him up Put the heater to his ghost Then we lift him up Lift em upThe dead don’t give No fucks When you look em in the eyes Will you fear his love? If you stumbled in the mud Would you spill yo blood? Would you steal a nigga’s soul For the one above? If i took a cracka gold Would he fight or run? You could never break The mold No, David Dunn Put the heater to his ghost Then we lift him up Put the heater to his ghost Then we lift him up Lift em up