Lyrics:

[Hook, repeating]
I'm 'bout to murk ya, fuck what ya goin' through

[Verse]
Mane I can't play with you pussies
My girl gon' think that I'm cheatin
Boy let me find out you speakin' on me, my nigga we beefin'
I leave ya reekin' and leakin', you fuckin weaklin'
I tell 'em 'turn up my beat'
And then I proceed with this beatin'
They ask me 'Jack, who you rappin' 'bout?'
I tell 'em 'my enemies'
Match my identity then drop felony melodies
They say 'Jack who you rappin'bout?'
I tell 'em respect (?)
The ones with that jealousy who come threatin' my legacy
Shawty say she want Hennessy, big homie need (?)
Pass me that chopper, I turn you into a memory
(?) manage me, could have got that death penalty
For a minute for sellin' T, I shoot the facility
Ridin' 'round with that meat cleaver
Two pompoms for my cheerleaders
Cocaine on my wifebeater, bitches call me grim reaper
Keep a strap, bitch my people strapped
Get yo people snatched
Handguns (?) pistol whip ya to a red head
Body bag then plan yo funeral
Call my nigga Hoolio, stomp ya til ya nurtural
Federal agents got my young niggas phonetapped
Long straps, pop ya while ya sleep, push yo dome back
I ain't goin' back, kill yo ass, then we (?)
The fuck I need a friend for? Ridin' with the (?)
Boogey Man for them killa grams, k-k-killa man
Cock back then nine, roast some limbs, repent all my sins

[Hook, til end]
I'm 'bout to murk ya, fuck what ya goin' through