What, fuck ya want from me,
   see i love my thugs but im a terrorist nigga and imma terrorize ya ass
   till gone for miles pana
   what, bitch ass nigga!!
  
   (Verse 1 Armageddon)
   I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a point
   I got thug nigguz who don't even rap callin to do joints
   frontin off the strength and you the weak link in the click
   it's obvious you pussy i could see the pink in the clit
   i seen the chip and the clip of my daily desert eagle
   fourty four metal with heat'll
   open ya belly like it's legal
   push you back a few feet send you sailin like a seagull
   when we clash in the street
   why was you bailin if you evil (you ain't evil)
   talkin bout somebody tryin to playa hate you
   actually i like you but fuck wit my squad the German a.k.'ll hit you
   ever seen what them things could do could-
   down to ya tims, i'm like the limit on ya life
   the demon on ya light
   that figure in the dark that takes ya heart in the mid of night
   this aint a joke cause aint nuttin comical how my laser scope
   aim at ya dome could erase the features off ya facial bones
  
   (chorus)
   i'm like a triple threat
   double dare you to try to rip my neck
   the way my click spit techs will leave you wet from dick to neck
   i know you ain't forget the way these squad niggaz rep
   comin at me from the sideline like you intend to step (x2)
  
   (Verse 2 Big Pun)
   Fuck the battlin' it's world war four i mean the red form
   no need to crowd the name is aroused up in the dead zone
   New World Order i only flow wit the real horror
   chrome C4 to ya door and pearl harbor
   we can bring it back
   gats on the holsters of mini macs
   gats on the holsters strapped to the shoulders of maniacs
   where we at the projects
   why don't you get the closet
   aaaahhhhhh!! shit killa clacks
   could've brought back ya prostate
   buyacka got bullets big enough to move ya car
   land cruisers 18 wheelers we do it tied
   just let it happen i prefer violence instead of rappin
   fuckin wit this latin assassin better get ya head examined
   my shit be slammin like onyx and wrestle mania
   you really want it you philly blounted in Pennsylvania
   i'm aimin the mac right at ya hat better watch ya back black
   i ain't sayin you wack but you's a copy cat
  
   (chorus x2)
  
   (Verse 3 Cuban Link**)
   yo now who the fuck wanna battle this
   you garbage pail rappers would get ya cabbage split
   got a habit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle hips
   so watch ya lips
   cause what you fuckin is hazardous
   shut up and catch a clip I roll wit more dogz than St.Lazorous
   what happened is ya raps ain't accurate you claim you packin it
   but when the action hits you rather switch into a faggot bitch
   i'm hardcore it's not my fault ya softer than cardboard
   ya started to battle so imma turn into the god four
   switch to southpaw like De La Hoya golden boy
   I put it on you polaroid finish left you as red as sonya
   i been a soulja all my life fought for stripes all most saw the light
   talk to christ he told me that my songs so nice
   and for the right price i might just body you
   chop ya ass into particles and read about you in newspaper articles
   i'm sick and tired talkin shit got beef wit me then so be it
   i'll rush you like the soviet union and leave you soakin wet
  
   (chorus x6)