Rearrange your face with a mallet, all that blood make a gory scene
Got Forensics tryin’ to point out your features like a mom at the Maury screen
U ain’t from Chicago, ur just a SUBURBAN KID with thug fantasies, and I don’t fear those
All this gangster talk is just an ‘Outlet’, cuz there’s nuthin else to do when you live near those
I guess The Windy City explains any social spot that you’re put in
Cuz Chi-Town is where you go to any time you’re forced to talk to a woman
Oh, u say u finally got a girl?? Well, I’ll give her a steak dinner then the dick after
I’ll pound the walls all night, like SHE did the day that you kidnapped her
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