Ayo I'm street smart like TW3 I rape and pillage your village like George W.B And I could never be givin a fuck what y'all be thinkin of me Don't help me get my foot in the door I'm comin thru with the key Foot to ya melon if you talk about me bitch Turn you to a vegetable like I'm on a health kick Keepin the beef away from me like I'm on my health shit Rather be cookin it up to serve to all the dogs that I chill with Kill with runnin a muck and makin blood spill with Gun powder residue still up on my fingertips Spit the phlegm up on your corpse like I ain't worried bout evidence It's evident malevolence is present in the present tense I rob kill and steal just like United States presidents I'm Patrick Swayze on the mic when the verse hits Round housing bitches then I'm ghost with the quickness