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 fuck 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
Fuck 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