"Black hat sideways, white bold LA, flat on your back, leave you smoked like an ashtray. Wig split face ripped, nod if you're listenin', shot to the cross leave you dead like a Christian. Pop, pop, your heart just stops, stops, when I just cock, cock, my gun cause I shoot for fun that's how the west was won. I sell an ounce and then I sell two more, then I come to collect with the pistol 44."

"So fuckin' blow those words out the back of your head, I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit. You tell me lies, and you get what you get, so blow those fuckin' words out the back of your head. Oh my god did you just hear, lies are coming back in style? Oh my god this seems so real."