 So fuck ya hype up smack, come here get ya vinyl snapped, I got a cop following like Spinal Tap, they get a whole different type of app because my ink's off the wall like a tribal tap, and the writing's on it like the shining's back, and you locked inside with Jack like... OOOOOOH! Here's Johnny! Having me been here at first light, crawling out the woods like a tarmite, you might be up A-Virth, I ain't here for a word fight, I'll turn this poetry slam into third degree Barnes now! Woo! Hi, G! Fuck yo' clans, rep, fam, set, and jet Scottish pride! I'll bring people through, fight, willing to do life, and yo' land gets colonized, hands get clay-brown as man's neck. Homicide, you can't play with Trevor, this ain't Grand Theft Auto!