| [Hi, Claude again… You remember I told you about my cousin when | 
| I was 15… Well, the year after that, I killed this kid, Louie… | 
| bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger hahaha… | 
| I got away with it… haha…but erm… I wanna apologize to Louie… I'm sorry Louie… hahaha…] | 
| I knew this muthaphukka named Louie | 
| Every day the nigga talk shit but today he tried to do me | 
| He rolled down my block with a pistol and a stare | 
| a black khaki suit and dooky brades in his hair | 
| The muthaphukka think I’m slippin | 
| But I got my gat and a 40 and I’m sippin | 
| Waitin for the fool to get out the car | 
| The stupid muthaphukka thinks I’m a star | 
| But I’m not, I’m the type that kick the niggaz ass | 
| Fast ! | 
| Eazy E’s a nigga that’ll blast | 
| Hold up, wait, the nigga started to load his gat | 
| I grabbed my bat and ran around the back yo He’s at my window, thinkin I’m playin Nintendo | 
| But the stupid nigga don’t know I’m behind him so he dropped the gat like a stupid muthaphukka | 
| So I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger | 
| I knew this bitch named Wheaches | 
| She often want me to fuck her happy ass on the beaches | 
| But yo peaches be fuckin around with me instead o’fuckin her man | 
| She’s butt-naked with my dick in her hand, yo As soon as Wheaches started suckin, I saw this muthaphukkin | 
| nigga behind the car, and he was duckin | 
| So I told the bitch to hold on You stupid bitch, put yo muthaphukkin clothes on I wonder if this nigga’s tryin a jack me Coz I ain’t got my gat with me Shit, the nigga started runnin up fast | 
| I thought he was gonna blast, so I hid behind her ass | 
| She started howlin out wait, I banked her in the face | 
| But the punk nigga pulled out | 
| He asked the stupid bitch did I mug her | 
| So I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger | 
| I’m a muthaphukkin psycho and I don’t give a fuck about’em | 
| I kill the nigga and cut off his dick, so you know I got’em | 
| coz ate his brain, left the nigga for dead | 
| Now it’s a gallon of blood, drippin from under his bed | 
| Bitch I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger | 
| Bitch tried to call the cops, fuck that | 
| I gotta take the girl out with my muthaphukkin bat | 
| Coz I ain’t doin 10 in the pen | 
| for a bitch and her dead-ass boyfriend | 
| So… I gotta kill the ho | 
| I’m reachin for my weapon slow | 
| That’s when I notice some nigga standin by the door | 
| The little nigga sayin don’t kill my mother, so I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger | 
| hahahahaha Sorry Jimmy | 
| hahahahaha He’s dead | 
| hahahahaha I’m sorry, Billy | 
| hahahahaha |