Fifty

[Intro] *Chainsaw sound* [Verse One] And the question is why'd I pick up the chainsaw? And the question is why you spitting if it ain't raw? R-A-W, like that old Kane shit I should call names I don't wanna make em famous Want me to cow tip, and start up this rap beef Put em on front? Nah, I put em on tha backstreet Kill em in the dark, with nobody watching Blood spill in the dark, cold body rotting Let the rats eat him, let Jesus dad greet him They not on my radar, shit I can't see them If I could find em, I'd aim at their team but They small timers, I rage against machine I can beat you camping, straight shut it down Got a new tweeter endzone dance, for when I cut you down Call me a show off, show stopper stop shows Your girl's a blowoff, coke products and cockstove The most slept on, I'm waking people up To a new level, I'm taking people up And, extra you can see Leg hard go You move slow like Excargo Put the salt on you, then I put the talk on you You all go to heaven, if my dogs put the bark on you Ask about Rawkus really, offing them Rawkus 50, shouldda been the Rawkus 10 It's funny, truly I'm a famished guy I want my money like Stewie on Family guy Like Madam CJ Walker, bitch get it straight The best in NC don't even live in the state State holla.. State holla.. (fades away)