Fuck twelve Raising hell Seventh circle vibin When Im riding with my shooters You dont want no smoke and I can tell By the look up on your face You never learned the hard way Fuckin with the wrong one The tec is jumpin with a spray All black Murder case Masked up No face Creepin thru the darkest dungeon Dissapear without a trace Blood up in the streets Youll never get your fuckin peace Pull it back and now its thumpin Like the hammer on the piece Flippin the bodies Big guns Hope ya fast You better run Mane I gave you till the count of three I do it just for fun Hell is freezin over and its Tundra with the cold mane Send you down below A special death for fuckin with my name Fuck an opp Tundra drop em with a clop Shuttin down the fuckin shop If ya wanna take a shot Make it hot