Who wants beef? Who wants teeth?/who wants grief and who wants mischief?/I've got beats, I've got sweets - erm sorry kids, butI I've got a fleet/lets get serious, I've got an army, who the fu*ks gonna harm me, people tend to start me so I'm comin at them calmly, do they bother me? Hardly, they don't get to me, sorry/I'll leave them in my path, Bloodied and wrapped up bodies/ see when they collapse, money and raps my hobbie/ comin with the honey trap to aptly stop me/ I think it's really funny that the members block me, put me on ignore, put me on all fours, put me on the floor before givin it to me raw/