Arian Def Jam
Dum Honkey, Capone, Wite Crakr
The Real Bottom Line

DH) Oh hell yeah,
Here I am
And the shits gonna hit the fan
Givin props where props is due
Im gunning for fame,
And I'm gunning for you
So straight up
Wait up,
Yeah that's me on your back,
Cause Im crazier than your mother on an ounce of crack.
And I flinging these rhymes like a sing shot,
You think your safe,
But your not.
I own your ass,
Even when your all alone,
Creeping up on you like my homey L.Capone.

Capone) With Honkey running you down,
I track your ass all over town,
Your heart I hear,
I smell you fear
Your trapped and you wanna get the hell outta here.
But you can't
Cause the door is locked.
And I got my glok
And Ill tell you what
Like the mafia,
Im on you from all sides,
You can't hide,
Other have tried.
And have all died.

Crakr) When your nights are getting a lil bit colder,
And getting just a little blacker,
Those noises aren't the boogie man,
Theose noises are the Crakr!
Like Freddy Crugar,
I'll infest your dreams,
Making you cry,
Making you scream
Your gonna scream for to mama,
But yo mamma's already dead,
She got wind of my dope rhymes,
And died right there in bed.
And yo fathers already left ya,
And no simblings are around.
And You cant scream cause I own you.
And you can't turn the volume down.
Cause the EQ says this tune
Will bother you like an itch.
And eventually will consume you,
Where you gonna run you lil bitch?