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