This is a song about "Red beams on yo body like chicken poxs"

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

His venom he spray, reaches like beams of energy rays

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

His body was lying on the ground like a slaughtered goat.......

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Watch your body turn indian red,

You already know you're dead

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams