Tom Cruise

Two boxes of mike and ikes a honey bun and a bev

I heard death was bittersweet, I keep a gun in the bed

Wit one in the head, where you want it, stomach or leg

The dot cutting through your scalp like it's gum in your dreads

I want the chicken

If it ain't bout money the phone clicking

But if we talking bread I'm taking calls long distance

You can get anything you want with persistence

But keep talking shit you gone lose your existence

You want the smoke

You ain't even gotta ask for it

I hit my shooters, them bullets come out in fast forward