Who wanna ride?!. Who wanna ride?!. Who wanna ride?!. . It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside. Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde. Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go.
A motherf**ker recognize a thug mashin' hard. Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard. Buried so long, nobody gave a shit. Blood and tears, embedded in my casket.
Given half the chance. To do it all again. From start to the finish. And change how it ends. Question: what would you do, huh?. What would you do?. If given half the chance.
In the casket. HELL YEAH!. In the casket. In the casket. HELL YEAH!!. In the casket. In the casket. HELL YEAH!!. In the casket. In the casket. HELL YEAH!!.