This is a song about "Marcus with the homicide"

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Its not homicide, if nobody testifies,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Up wake up marcus please i need you here right beside me,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness