When war comes, i spit to the rhythm of war drums,
The steel blade will reduce ya to cold stumps,
Torso to cold cuts, eyeballs to donuts.
Im feeling myself like im Goldust, cuz when im flexing my guns im so buff.
The .38 makes loud noise, nicknamed it Sam Jack cuz it has a loud voice
Battling me is a bad choice like running up on the presidential convoy,
You'll get your ass shot im not coy, i cant stand bitches that like to play with grown men like tomboys.