Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger
  Explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
  I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
  He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
  24 is my age and 22 is my guage
  I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up in a rage
  'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
  Had a small problem with the transmission
  3 on the tree in the middle of the night
  I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
  Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
  You bought the coins on the street and you know you got had
  Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it
  Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it
  It's gonna getcha, it's gonna getcha
  It's gonna getcha girl, it's gonna getcha
  
  Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of gun
  Son of a bitch getting paid getting rich
  Ultra violence be running through my head
  Cold medina y'all, making me see red
  Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
  I'm a die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
  I love girlies, waxing and milking
  Coordinating shit is my man Dave Scilken
  Predetermined destiny is who I am
  You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam
  I am like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town
  I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
  Well I'm mad at my desk and I'll be writing all curse words
  Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
  You're a headless chicken chasin, a sucker free basin
  Looking for a fist to put your face in
  Well get hip get hip, don't slip ya knuckle heads
  Racism is schism on the serious tip