AK-47 locked & aimed to break thru ur weak bones early
once shells from that K-Hunt ur head down ur shirt'll look like a Chiefs home jersey
ur so wack its laughable, i cant stand the sight of this geek
verses from this faggot Late Show's hes a runnin joke every night of the week
ill run up on ya car w/ guns drawn, barrel smotherin ya fast
shells from Alcantara face off an leave the rest of ya shit covered on the dash
we can square up but u aint got hands, i'll go for the head an neck
none of ur punches hit Orlando Bloom, one jab to the body & u'll have a 'Dead Mans Chest'
im here to murder u vicious, rip open the chest of this punck
i'll end Late, Period & have him leakin blood for the rest of the month