[Interlude: DeRay Davis, Answering Machine]
New message, Wednesday, 7:52 P.M
Man, I figured your bitch ass wasn't gon' answer this motherfuckin' phone, n***a
What the fuck is this bullshit, n***a?
I see you in the street, I swear to God, n***a, I'ma fuckin' murk yo' ass, n***a
Out here with all this fuckin' hard shit, n***a
I don't give a fuck where the fuck I see you at
Getting your fuckin' funky ass hair braided
Wherever the fuck you gon' be at, n***a
I'm coming to see you, n***a
If I gotta see n***as before I get to you, that's how the fuck it's gon' go down, n***a
I'm puttin' motherfuckers in the grave
You need to keep a little dirt in your motherfuckin' pocket so you could spread the shit on yourself when it's over
I ain't playing no motherfuckin' games, n***a
This all me, by my motherfuckin' self
This ain't no motherfuckin' game, n***a
You see me, n***a, I'm an army by myself, n***a
I pledge a-motherfuckin'-llegience to me
I catch you, I'm killing yo' ass, motherfucker
Show up at your motherfuckin' funeral, make sure it's over, n***a
Dig you up, kill you again, bitch
This ain't no motherfuckin' game
You answer this fuckin' phone next time