When I start rhymin, the Nations terror code Switches to Red
I dunno why, my damn bullets ain't Hittin these Feds
I'm jus dissin these rappers, until these Bitches are Dead
You'll find their fingers in a sandwhich you thought was Fish with some Bread
Or a bigger surprise when your crew is all jus Missin their Heads
Only thing you get filled up when you hear the *Click click* is Lead