I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plots
I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock
Ain't gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-ass clowns
Smilin' and frontin' and back stabbin', I'mma lay yo busta ass down
Now stop cryin' son of a bitch, I ain't shot ya yet
My automatic *ri-zat-ti-zat-* and left his baby nuts wet
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