Move in silence, keep your enemies closer Burning all this bread like the heat from
The toaster Don't f*ck around boy, or your end will be
Closer I don't want no f*cking beef, all I want is
Some closure Cause very often lately everybody legs away
You were once smart comment off me, taking them away
But f*ck it, it's all in the name of the game There's no rule to war, except saying it to
My f*cking face I don't care what race or gender
If you're talking shit behind my back, consider this song a rear-ender
And if you're in the game, consider this a career ending blow
Just goes to show how lethal I can be when I'm in the f*cking zone
Little bro thought he could get away with being cheeky until I hit him in his dome
Lights out, little bro had to taste the floor Then I woke him up and made him bite the f*cking
Curb, f*cking nerd