Let's begin
Ms. Gray, the post-traumatic war symptom sufferer
The player hand-bluffer, the shifty-eyed mother
Deep city strut-walker, trucker hat hater
Knuckle up or pedal rat pusher, made veteran face-smusher

Rip out your pacemaker, knock your brain data
Rebok fist 'til it spits out of your sockets
So unlogical, the prodigal daughter returns
With them horror comic comedy terms (You know you love it)
Squirm in your seats, let the bass burn you to pieces
Frown 'til your face keeps all those permanent creases
Learned leash techniques, so I keeps them all close
Then I burn all the straps slack and watch you toast

Drop on ya like Ohana's playing "La Bamba"
Comma, now your kin's wilin' like Ritchie Valen's mama drama
Picture me smilin', man, it's all in the words
I'm just playin', please don't take this serious
I'm just sayin', c'mon

Featherweight with a heavy tongue, eighty pounds

And it's fitted with napalm grenades with the pins out
I spit a round of ammo and spin, light candles
Dig holes manually or I hah-toot your family

You can't manage me, I'm Santana's song
Black Magic Woman, half manic, half time bomb
Neurotic addicts blown, that alone explains that I'm wrong
I stay gone like missing kids in the basement with chains on

Face it, I'm always gonna lace it up well
Receive hate mail, then pray tell, why your face swelled
I don a cape with a JG on it, the sleeves red
Three lead pieces that'll pop out of the sleeve net (Best believe it)
I mean what I say 'cause these letters spray
With the mean pimp lean, Jean, I'm a demon
And oh, she's so dreamy, look at her gleamin'
Nigga, I shine with no polish, uneven
It's just raw (See?)

Despicable thoughts much bigger than yours
I think in broad terms, long-term winnings, of course
I figure long earnings, yachts and porches
Houses, Porsches, backyards, pool and stay remorseless for this

Y'all think that I don't endorse it?
That I wanna stick broke, drinking water out the faucet? Nope

That's where you're wrong, I just planned it different
Damn gifted, so all the up and ante shifted

I'm a nightmare, flippin' the standards, rippin' candid
Tippin' the balance, one hand grippin' the hammer
And drippin' rancid tones, you're just a band of clones
I'll strip you down 'til you're livin' in abandoned homes
Plan long, y'all short like bandana tops
My plan stops when my kids' kids' nana drops

Then my grandkids find your family, goddamn thee
I'll quit when I sell y'all candy that can't see