MPGH is all about hatin and discriminatin'
but im about to devistate this nation with some intimidation,
im ready to commit sum 187, with this mac 11,
I pray to lord at night, hopin i still go to heavin,
wit all the sins ive commit, cuz i cant take a shit,
wit out the murda on my mind, bout to commit anotha crime,
cuz im deemed to hell, within the shadows i lurk. lookin for the next victim to hurt,
betta' not disrespect, cuz i ride with them things that will put holes in ya kneck,
the names joe but u can call me xplicitt, i rap acapella cuz i dont need no beat to go wit it,
my flows so sick, my bank roll is so thick, juss like my fuckin dick.
dont believe me? ask your mother, bitch cuz i juss gave u a new brother,
ur ass better take cover, cuz i roll down your block wit a hand on my glock,
aint nothin but that indo smoke blowin out as i let them shots pop and watch the dead bodies drop.
this aint hop hop, its lyrical homicide, rap aint been dead, cuz it JUST died.
im bringin this shit back up like some viagra,
im bout to make all these other fake ass rappers fall like the niagra,