nigga please you be the void in the dark
who you tryin to appease quotin Linkin Park
fuckin nark your carcass be found in stolen vehicle trunk
with a mark on your chest "Niggaz was stuck on some funky junk"
cant outsmart us dogz - all you can do is bark
but ya wordz wont get through the fog when our treez is sparked
regardless of your rank, wanker we'll bankrupt ya bank
we be the patriarchs the men-eatin sharks

you can run n hide but in the end it don matter
why?
you wont hear the shots but ya brainz still splatter
we be crazy cats - you'll be morally battered
so cut the chatter fatso and write ya own shit rather