Thank you, thank you F R E - double-d - I E, I am flyin' like a bee Bout' to hang you from a tree It's 1984, killin' bitches for the low Oh shit I just nicked some dope Gonna smoke it like a ghost Oh baby, oh no, listen to my flow go Everybody want mo' Sniffin' on some snow though Cold like the tundra I'm tryna' keep up unda' Murkin' all these cunts Smokin' on a blunt Listenin' to my junk Ain't this so damn fun? Sucka' better run Unless he want to be gunned In the sun, with a mothafuckin' gun Bullets weigh a fuckin' ton See me you will feel the stun No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch? Nothin' but the laughing of the fucking [?] death, bitch No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch? This your final breath, ain't no mothafuckin' test bitch No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch? Nothin' but the laughing of the fucking [?] death, bitch No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch? This your final breath, ain't no mothafuckin' test bitch