If it was up to me,
these motherfuckers would stop playin RPG's
like some retards actin four or three
like they try steppin to me.
If you wanna be cool douchbag, then come back at me.
And now that I have my crew backin me,
errebody got the shaky knees
like they scared of dees,
but they won't get an inch from me,
cause i'm from the streets of A-A-Acworth.

I told'em off,
all them little pranksters, what the hell coulda made yall soft?
Now ya'll wanna run around typin about guns,
but you ain't got none,
the hell kinda stuff you on?
And your spelling's wrong.
And all you pussies wanna whine bout me and then you ban me off?
Why? Cause you can't get me back
while your rubbin your nads
when gay ass SpongePants is on?

Go have a heart attack,
time to guard your females cause Reaper's back,
if you don't like it you can lick my sack.
Just give me one more reason to snap
and fuck a pistol, i'll break your back.
So you sit there and take it from the back.
You guys' nuts are missing from the sack.
Runnin the Amtrack fast
from the back till you gag
on our bag like there is endless track.