There aint no room for the hoe-hearted
I dont give a fuck where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in your clique
If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
I aint got time, to say no names
It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game
Besides fuck it, no speakin your name
You're just a bitch in the game
And y'all niggas gone' always be the same