I'll shove a gun in ya grill

Greasy and heated

Smothered in hot mustard

So when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it

You need to be immediately treated

While you breathing or you'll be leaving

The receiving room this evening with Jesus

You hate on us we'll be waiting on eight corners

Swarming your hood with a thousand angry skateboarders

I'll hop in the Jeep slam on the gas and charge you

And bombard you in the car that ya mom bought you

Mess around and get choked and found in a moat

Floating around drowned face down in a boat

I'll pile five dudes in a pen

I got the power to snatch a driver out his Eddie Bauer

When it rides by me at ninety miler per hour

Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows