[Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze]

We puff cigars and sip Jesus juice
Do get dough I don’t need a booth long as crack smokes and needle shoots
Yup, unbelievable, a lethal crew where [bad word] I be in Cali smoking diesel, you never leave the room
You in your crib just clickety clacking
Typing messages about how niggas be rapping
Like he used to spit fire like really what happened?
You really need cabbage cause you’re simply a [bad word] [bad word] While your jaw’s tight, eh yo I’m sick
I got a wild [bad word] who strangled you to death like Arturo’s wife
Rest in peace to all of those who died tragically
Steve McNair got a [bad word] scared to eat at Applebee’s
I mean Dave & Buster’s and I don’t give a [bad word] about my own life
So it’s nothing for me to take another’s (nothing)
The [bad word] is a freak, she said take a number
?, [bad word] say take a number

[Verse 2: Burke The Jurke]

Hey yo I weigh about a deuce and a half
And manoeuvre too fast for you losers to grasp
You’re not eluding my wrath
Grab the duffel bag and shoot, the loot and the cash
I subtract you from your stash and now you do the math
I sit on the church steps with the booze in a flask
I love the sound of the music from a funeral man
Want me to google your producer man, you dude should just ask
I see through you like glass and my goons just laugh
Take a swig of the Grey Goose, take a trip to Jesus
Get your [bad word] troops, turn your strip to [bad word] This is fight music, I ain’t ? [bad word] This [bad word]  give your sister her son back
I’m repping OPG, you got OCD
Your [bad word] is one dimensional, my flow’s 3D
They they say that I’m as gritty as ODB
Dirk McGurk but they call me Burke the Jurke

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

Pazienza and Lost Cauze [bad word] with the four-fours
I just mangled the [bad word] mic [bad word]  it’s all yours
I don’t need to spit sixteens, you done in four bars
Fat [bad word]  I only eat it if it’s four stars
When you knocked out cold it’s hard to fight back
Street pharmacist with more pills than Mike Jack
I don’t wanna listen to y’all, y’all [bad word] is tight whack
I been eating rappers for years, you just a light snack
Eh yo Sharif burn these [bad word] at the stake
They ain’t gonna get a chance to learn from their mistake
Death [bad word] for you [bad word]  save the day
Everything I spit is equivalent to a Mason’s hate
This is Pazienza, the Official Pistol Gang
And we was born and bred in Killadelphia, Pistolvane
The thirty-eight, a four-five, see every pistol bang
They can levitate your body and they can rip through brains