before i turn off your lights i hope this shit s understood if that ass wants to stay alive you best not fuck with my hood poince trucha fools wanna be like me mc s they best get out my path they all leave in a blood bath in this game i do control like check this out this fool that said he was my homie this mothafucka tried he always lied and now he s livin lonely ain t nobody got s his back that fool be wack on top of things he smokin crack he s fucked up in the mind with no rewind drugs done turn bad alot of good soldiers you see i told ya don t fuck with shit if you can hang like fuckin with my will get you blasted inside of a casket it s be along mothafuckin time since i was young i ain t got my ass kick times change like a fuckin diaper the knightowl became a snipper all that shit you young knuckle heads be doin i already earn that stripe on so what is it does death wanna pay me a visit goes if so i must not ever let go of them demons all bitches gotta keep screamin cause i be the one that got s em jumpin to the rythem that i give me pure gangsta shit mothafucka when ever i hit em the knightowl be the sickest mothafucka don t you battle cause i m coming with the shank inside my pocket you can t stop it hit em up just like graffiti smokin weed that s never seedy ain t no holding back around my city the fuck with the peace treaty what the fuck you talkin about fool you want static automatic to the mothafucka dome i ll seperate you from your homes cause all of you levas should of never double cross the fuckin lokest now that ass is fuckin diein that family tree s not multiplin all the placas full of caca la no me saca saven que soy el que mata si es que sale alguna rata ponganse trucha descalabro la cachucha cuando yo entro a la battalla yo y el diablo valasiamos los canallas traigo mis perros que no ladran descalabran a qual quiera que se ponga en frente que chinge su madre toda la gente si no quieren escucharme chingadasos quieren darme pues vamos a ver lo que pasa yo estoy listo pa enfrentarme  what the fuck you talkin about mcs like you can suck a dick you best not trip or ima take that ass back to the days of the fuckin whip about to begin unloadin sinical thoughts be explodin with bad intentions full of crime the six one nine is all fuckin mine even though i gets no radio love you still can t top them barcode hits the knightowl be the one they all try to copy cause i m poppy i m still the doppest rhyming all them charts i keep on climing to the top but i won t drop cream of the crop and yous a lop i be the baddest since shit began yo controlo san diego esto es sierto me divierto cuando los entierro en el desierto vatos lloran por su madre depronto piden un padre desde que you era morro mi jefe me dijo no ay que dejarse de ninguno que te vuske por eso siempre cargo mi quete listo pa matar a qual quien cabron que no respete el tecolote be the mas chingon quemones pa los mamones no ay versos mas chingones veinte tres veinte matones 