Shut the f**k up, I"M talkin, I'M about to f**king kill (like dragon)
You don't know me but you will (Mental Case)
It's that crazy mothaf**ka coming straight from New York,
making all you f**kin enemies, running like (? )
See it's easy to speak but so f**king hard to do
The grave yard is full of mof**kers like you
Actin tuff talkin shit, smoking dirt got you slow
You shouldn't f*ck with what you don't know
Blood, blood is all you see, I'm sorry, you shouldn't've never f**ked with me
I'm about to show you that you ain't got no friends, cuz all your so called friends is now shitting on their pants
Im a piss your grave when you die, and I'ma let ur mama know that she can't even cry (Shut up bi**h)
It's the two headed eagle, better watch tour back, i'm about to attack, dressed red and black

Bullets holes, i'm getting left calls, who the f**k are you?
I know I might die but I know who you are, so I'm gonna take you too

Fuckin with west got u thinking your strong, step up and let me show u whats'going on
You say you got guns n'shit and thats'good I"m a stick them up your ass, so make that understood
I kill for beef and not for money, unless is mine, cuz if it's mine, I'll kill for one dime
Ask my mof**king brother, word to your mother, you'll be runnin for cover,I swear to god yo
Trying to make my dead albanians rest in peace, but they wont, 'till I slaughter all my enemies
You mothaf**kin right I"m a mothaf**kin terrorist, I'm a cut your f**kin throat and add some salt
I'm that mothaf**ka from Kosov, called Rebel, stick like a tic until I get my shit, now do it quick
And I'm a smoke till I choke, if you think it's a joke, than mothaf**ka you get smoked

Chorus
Bullet holes, i'm getting left calls, who the f*ck are you?
I know I might die but I know who you are, so I'm a take you too

Do you really think that you can't be touched cuz if you do you should pray
I see punks like you everyday, so pay ettention to what I say
I know alot of mof**kers who said they can't be touched, and now they burn in hell
I knew alot of f**kin idiots who used to live on top and in the end they just fell
So stop f**kin dreaming and be real for once, u gotta get the balls before you buy the guns.
You might call this hell, but I call this heaven, cuz I"ve been throw a war, I think I've seen the devil
My lines cannot trick you, I know it did, but I"m a mothaf**kin granade, with no f**kin lid
And it's not just me, I got alotta brothas, terrorits, killaz, mafiaz, drug dealaz
And most of them soldiers they used to be rebels, living by the mothaf**kin gun
So if you ever even think about f**kin with albanians, I swear to god you gotta run

Chorus
Bullet holes, i'm getting left calls,
who the f*ck are you?
I know I might die but I knwo who you are,
so I'm gonna take you too