Am dead to the streets cause I aint physically there
They'll put a bullet in these punks that scared
Am out of bounds, in distant land
Just me and my cellie heats close in hand
So fuck Lil Rob I should've smashed you bitch
But I aint got no time for your friendly shit
Would've choked your ass out and tighten my grip
And for your entourage, I had a hundred round clip
All them faggots from your area Mrs. Shadow always says
You ryhme like a slave you little beaner you lame
LITTLE WHAT! you fuckin pimple face
I'll pop you with a glock and leave no trace
Then I shoot back to Los where the gangsters at
With the capital murder over nikey at
Oh, it's on, Low Profile get whakced
Even Royal mouthafuckers get slapped with gats

Mad At The World
Man lil rob you sound gay as fuck, fuck rapperin