This time I'm singing to that fool Chad Green
I say I've got the gat but he doesn't know what I mean,
He thinks I'm talking about some computer file
But I'm putting bullets in the mag all the mean while
Then I let the Glock click and put it in his face
His eyes get wide cause he knows he lost the race,
I say "What's up fool?  Why you crying and sweatin'?
You can't be afraid of a little bloodlettin'?"
Then I squeeze the trigger and I blast his ass,
And I hear the silence shatter as he's knocked through the plate glass.
His body falls and he lays in the street,
Onetime won't touch it cause they know they're dead meat.
So another job's finished cause I smoked the jerk,
And now I'm gonna chill after I've put in work.

							-Azul