check it out, intro to tha third chapter,

which contains most violence to the O.C.Fuzed minds,

with the transitional rhymes

that'll bring physiological karma causin drama 

to you and your fuckin baby momma,

it slides like this,



dont test me with your gay attitude

cuz nigga i aint feelin it

who the fuck do you assume your fuckin wit

manifest, discovered the G-E-O-R-G-E 

bootleg crips and bloods trying to pull me down with gravity

but what ya dont know is that i be fuckin ya'll spinal cord 

out wit the radius frequency

i hold a 5.0 desert eagle and the homie, a double edged samuri sword

is what we be strap-a-lin an,

lame ass gangs is what we be slash-a-lin and clap-a-lin,

(dj) fr,fr,erra,raa,erra,fresh out the fuckin boat 

makin yo momma give us deep throat

1 stroke she chokes

causin you to suffer a heightened awareness

outlaws around the corner writing you in our hit list

Gomez Assasin obliterating all you bitches wit mad fists

handle the basic which need you to face it,

at dark when you be sleepin 

thats when swoon be creepin

tearin off your arm like an alley cat

hangin you from the back so take that as a personal fact

if it werent for fag ass laws

the silent assasins be fuckin murderin yo foo's

swoon be readin the 4:20 biblical verse

causing havoc on natures earth

the only ones bringing killin to ya first

sparkin the bowl to burn

50 caskets for you, tables are turned

gibs burst into pieces

charged with W-E-E-D 

as a result to your death

J.B.G slices your body parts til nothings left

so toon later for chapter four 

if your yearning for fuckin more!