I see a place where you hide all the day
Again, Batman there, you say you're prior undead
But it's kick where your foot leave your tri-plane
So come over, muscle, when you sight me, don't you
A.K. bend them up like stick
Anywhere dem try run to, cop, I hunt you
Go through your clothes and kick up and dump you
Your cousin and your uncle, find where we dump you
Batman no sacri-bone, nothing where we don't go
Like cookie crumble, dem shoulda humble
Instead of hype up, dem safe and grumble
P.G. Jungle, Riverton Jungle
Love people, see dem man, dem not humble