The Town Where We Reside, We Just Be-High
Its Mellow But Its Like The Metro With No Free-Rides
We Got The Fake Fictitious Fraudulent Drug Dealers
The Five O, Fuq With These Guys So, Cuz They Love Squealers
We Got The Queer Crooks, Cops Lookin For A Rat They Just Got To Look In The Year Books
When The Deal Went Down, They Were Always Around, Claimin They Had The Clear Look
Fuck The Bitches And Snitches, Without Scheming For Some Reason They Were Rich
They Caused The ‘Shake’downs, Like The Needle To Make A Fiends Leg Twitch

As Real Dudes Got Swept Out, They Rode The Broom Like Witches
Theres No Space To Sell Or Deal, Barely Enough Room For Midgets
In The Dark Of Night, They Had No Hearts In Like,
They Were To Pussy To Even Try An Spark A Fight
They Just Wait For The Sun To Rise And Narc In Light
Are They Doomed This Fate, Or Is Their A Cure?
Ill Put Them All In A Tomb With Hate, That’s For Sure

Ill Show Them The Tru Meaning Of Torture, Feed Them With A Mortar
Blaze Them With The Heat Of The Sun But Warmer, Lets Skip The Coroner
Vest Broken, His Chest Open, To Mail His Heart To His Mom In A Closed Basket
Its Gonna Be A Closed Casket, Spread Jelly On The Corpse For The Gross Maggots

So With His Flesh To Reek, Getting Fucked In The Ass By The Devil, I Hope He Rests In Peace