whatcha gon do
big punisher
yo. it's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain
of being the largest name in rap
my call was to reign the streets
back to the bronx who fathered the dream
started this thing called rap
i've seen things as far as the crack
that'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse
i'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back
i'm locked and i'm trapped
tryin to savor these few dyin days
to the form of flesh; should i lie in my grave?
my motto is try to be brave
and not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
that why i rise from the grave singin church songs like
i was je-sus christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
whatcha gon' do when pun comes?
knockin' at ya front door
and he wants waaaaaaaaaaar
he ain't a rapper he'll kill you
'til my last breath i'll have death before dishonor
and welcome drama with open arms and a code of honor
my whole persona equals that of gods
definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
i'll stab and rob if i have to
tell the devil it was pun
and let him know how we be deadin 'em
a child is born that can preform at a level beyond
the expected four minute thirty second song
my team be all up in your dream
with the kill anything" grill