This is a song about "Karin de bruijn"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

To this corner office is so enormous

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Stand for something or die in the morning

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa