this bitch chris gonna get capped
you aint a gangsta, cos ur sittin there with gunz up on ur lap
fuck tha intro, lets get straight to the murkin
cos we all know chris and gunz are the very same person
i'll lay a curse on you bitches
like a burnt piece of chicken
you'll get merked and then get served in tha kitchen
you sound worse than 'right hurr' when you spittin
my sickness carrys on, yet the cures intermittant
Chris tries to act hard and earn him some cred
tellin people he's got gunz at home, under his bed
you get dealt, layed out, then disappear like card tricks
no-one since the 1800's has died from arsenic
