First and foremost, I gotta figure out what hurts a whore most, before we show up at this nigga's house
We could rip him out the driver's seat, grab the hag, jam a rag in her mouth, rap some string around her mouth and tie her feet
You guys toss her in the back of the van. I'll be smackin' her man with the back of my hand but that's just half of the plan
I can't believe this fuckin' snake used to pass as my fam, come up and shake my hand like it wasn't fake(DAMN!)
Ran you take the van to my cousin's place in the countryside. Celph and Christian, I want you guys to help me lump this guy
We'll beat his ass within a half an inch of his life, and fuck him up just enough to make his mother cry
Then we'll leave the punk beside town square, tied to a street pole, so people see his lumped behind out bare
We'll come and ride out where the slutty flirt lays too, strip her down to her birthday suit
Last but not least drive inside a farm with cows chilliln' by the barn, and dump her where the heifers squirt their poop
(LL)"Holy shit! Dude, he's bleedin' a lot. I ain't no doctor, but he ain't movin' and I can't tell if he's breathin' or not"
(CT)"Yo, nevermind. Y'all need to just stop and check his signs. Feel his neck and find his pulse. If he dies, we're gettin' time!"
"Dies?! What?! We were only s'posed to scare him!"
(CT)"Yo, shut the fuck up!"
(V.O.B.F.)"The cops are gonna bust us man. His family knows my parents!"
(LL)"Oh, god, there's no pulse, there's no repairin' this nigga's dead. I know his mother too. That bitch is overbearin'. I need a cigarette."
(V.O.B.F.)"Man, take some fuckin' Nicorette, lou! We killed a guy!
(LL)"Yo, stop sayin' that, maybe he's still alive."
(V.O.B.F.)"Someone try CPR, he'll survive."
(CT)"If he's got any blood that's still inside."
(LL)"Both of you shut up. I think I see a car."
(V.O.B.F.)"What'll we do?!"
(CT)"We'll get some plastic bags and duct tape, cut him up, package him and leave this faggot upstate."
(V.O.B.F.)"Well, that's just great. We're all gonna end up in cell!"
(CT)"Or in the chair you whiny bitch, but you'll love it in hell!"
(LL)"C'mon you assholes. This isn't helpin'. Christ he fuckin' stinks. He dumped on himself. This nigga's smellin'"
(CT)"That's what happens when you split your mellon. Gimme the switch blade from the trunk. We'll make 2 stiffs fit as well in a ditch made for just one."
(V.O.B.F.)"We're fuckin' triple felons!" (LL)"Quit your yellin'. Help me wrap the arms up. We gotta get this job done before any more cars come."
We'll go meet up with R-SON and take care of the bitch, gift wrapped in a Cinch Sack and dump the pair in a ditch."
(COP)"Uh, dispatch, this is car 51. Possible 1-8-7. Suspects loading bags shaped like body parts in a trunk."
(V.O.B.F.)"Yo, it's the fuckin' cops!!!" (LL)"I told you assholes a car's gonna come."
(CT)"They shootin' looks now. Let's go before they start with the guns!"
(COP)"C'mon out we got the area surrounded, with S.W.A.T. teams around it, and you're goin' downtown, kid!"
(LL)"Sit down bitch! We ain't goin' no place! You move again, I'll slice your whole face off with this cold blade!"/
(COP)"No, wait! It's time to go home, son. Where you goin' with this?!" (LL)"Son?! Eat a dick copper. No one needs to know my business.
"Just get a chopper and lots of money, before I chop this honey's head off, and it's too late when the scene has gotten bloody."
(COP)"Let's stop this funny stuff!" (LL)"Fuck you!, and bring a case of beer! A lager, and don't bother tryna make me wait for years."
"I got a taste for smearin' blood, plus I need a pack of smokes. You hear that, slut? I told the pigs that I'ma slash your throat!"
(LL)"Stop screamin', bitch! I'll give you something to cry about!"
(COP)"Snipers that's a go. He dropped his weapon. Fire Now!!"
(COP)"That's affirmative. Target hit. He's on the ground lyin' down. S.W.A.T. team move in. Seargent turn those sirens down."