Sittin here listening to Jay-Z, thinking how nice it would be, to get a beezy, up in this hizzy, and kick it with me, easily, just chilling, and billing, the world out, bitch better not doubt, i am all about, having fun, and not needing to reach for a gun, but if you get yours first, then you will fill my thirst, for blood, i may not be from a hood, but that dont mean im good, im just fucked in the head, so ill fill you with lead, like my pencil, i need a stencil, that makes you mental, when i drive down the street, i plan to beat, all the discrete, out of the world, because ive twirled, on your finger, these feelings always linger, because when i bring her, back to the light, its hard to fight, all the feelings, the real screams, as the movie plays, im blown away, by what i know, i wish it wasnt so, but it is, and i gotta this, because i wont miss, my chance to make it big, no im not wearing a wig, i wont front, your a stupid c***, i just need a blunt, then ill be calm, ya sure and your palm, maybe a little more, maybe i need a whore, but dont spread folk lore, about me, cus im be, dynamite, faster than light, bam you felt the right, yeah i guess goodnight.