They call this the gauntlet
So Imma flaunt shit
And spit that taunt shit
That Friday the 13th Halloween haunt shit
I do it for the neglected
Them throw aways, so called urban decayed misfits & infected
Oh you bulletproof?
Nigga we shoot tru it
Goin hard in the booth every night / with a pack of Backwoods & a cup of that Superman juice
I'm a long dick nigga with a short fuse
Drawn off inspiration of her silhouette as she lit a cigarette
I got your bitch as my muse
Some say I'm sinning...but I'm so fresh & so clean
I'm on that Charlie sheen "WINNING" / I just Can't lose
I'm not wit the extras, but this is front page news
I leave niggas in the dust of my exhaust
Ricky bobby on that ass...if you're not first your last
You niggas got no dough
No flow
No hoe
But I got plenty of petro (gas

) for you weak dudes
This is 2-1's lyrical Holocaust
Put these hots tru Ya thots and see how high you can Jumpman
Gimme a penny for Ya thoughts and not some conry shit about your weak tennis shoes