Yo, I'll shove a gun in ya grill, greasy and heated

Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it

You need to be immediately treated

While you breathin' you'll be leavin'

The receiving room this evening with Jesus

You hate on us, we'll be waitin' on eight corners

Swarmin' ya hood with a thousand angry skateboarders

I'll hop in the Jeep, slam on the gas and charge you

And bombard you in the car that ya mom bought you

Mess around and get choked and found in a moat

Floatin' around drowned face down in a boat

I'll pile five dudes in a pen

And we'll pull up to the seven mile drive-thru

At McDonald's and pile-drive you

I got the power to snatch a driver out his Eddie Bauer

When it rides by me at ninety miler per hour

This place is my house, I might as well erase my face with white-out

Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows

It's like that, it's like th