'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'm-a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'm-a sit it here 'til I get enough of me to finally hit
a fucking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed,
an MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense,
they hate me, see me and shake like a chain-linked fence,
by the looks of 'em you would swear that jaws was comin',
by the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin',
It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothing,