2001

Yo you bitches be fucking playing with fire Cuz I snap real eazy and punch like iron If you think the saint is gonna let you be You got another thing coming in 1,2,3 I’m like a rabid dog that’s been let off the leash You motherfuckers should know better than to f*ck with me Patience is a virtue that I don’t have the time for Pay me no mind fool til I walk up behind you People always be moving their lips While I be in the woods smacking a bitch I have this motherfucker down on his knees Looking up at me while he wheeze I made this beat so people could move to it Actually you know what I want fuckers to die to it Bastards come up to me asking me why I say these things My response is I want make people think Ya right think about how they gon die While I hold a fucking knife in there eye Stop trying to dissect my fucking words Because the last motherfucker who did that Is buried in the woods People always be moving their lips While I be in the woods smacking a bitch I have this motherfucker down on his knees Looking up at me while he wheeze Strangulation or asphyxiation I be killing these bastards all across the nation All these prepy fucking retards Listening to pop music while I bear some Scars F*ck all them modern rappers with them face tattoos How about getting a tattoo that says idiot cuz that's what you is fool They just some whiney boys with nothing better to do So they throw on a shitty beat so idiots can vibe too People always be moving their lips While I be in the woods smacking a bitch I have this motherfucker down on his knees Looking up at me while he wheeze That’s right I got one more verse in me Cuz the Saint ain’t got no mercy Because these faggots don’t deserve to breath I’ll rip those fucking grills from there teeth I spout real shit because I’m the martyr The voice for the kids who don’t have a father The basterds born in 2001 and after Real killers who be fixing to blow this bitch