[INTRO:]
-My God, so they are killers.
I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep
on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood.
-Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten,
it's all the same (yes). After all, (indecipherable)

[VERSE 1:]
Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my [bad word] low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Son triflin [bad word]  wildflower on the cyclin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of [bad word] A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the [bad word] is
blacks [bad word] immune to [bad word]  we never did like