Yo what's your name young blood What they call you? I got, I got James, Jimmy, alright, Dean Yo I've been feeling that real JD swag lately Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece Bust my Glock to insure that all you niggas rest in peace Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter niggas I'm offin niggas, screaming off with niggas heads They all surrender, better call for niggas Come at all you niggas heads, talk em off a ledge I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em I order coffins for 'em, call the coroner for 'em Get a comforter for 'em, I did all you niggas beds I want all you niggas dead You want all you nigga money, royalness and bread Royalties instead of rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece Bust my Glock to insure that all you niggas rest in peace Rep my block, quick to draw on all you niggas if there's beef Blow your spot, better pray to the Lord this shit don't hit the streets Jimmy Dean