i use 'em to crush my opponents
i use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
my words are like weaponry on a record
i use 'em to crush my opponents
i never did show no emotion
i use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
my words are like weaponry on a record
the rage i release on a page
is like a demon unleashed in a cage
my mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
onen i get behind the mic
it's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
my nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright
my fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina
these cock-suckin cops got my smith-n-wesson
i guess it's time to pick a different weapon
but swift is getting me a new one for a christmas present