This is a song about "Hardcore niggaz"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm fuckin' hardcore, i hope ya'll understand that.

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs