Spill you blood
Leave your name in the mud
Butterflies in your stomach
Not talking bout the bugs
Concrete boots
Got em in place of ya shoes
Told you imma win
You a lose
Use my shoestring for a noose
Smoking on a fat sack
With the rat pack
Had your girl over
And I came on her back tat
These suckas got me f*cked up
Beat em with my nunchucks
Days are numbered
Cause I ran out of good luck