[Verse one: The Great White]

He walked into a convenience store, with the guns drawn
And shot up the place, with the gat that was on his waist
And in such a case, he had a body bag, dedicated to the fags
Whom he would discriminate, now whats so convenient about that?
Two fat bags, filled with racks upon racks, and when he got back to HQ
He counted the stacks, and shipped them off to the boss
Who was running his own course, and shipments around the vicinity
From city, to city, to sea to shining sea, he was the source
Of all the commotion and chaos, and when he opened up the box
He then got what he wanted, the dough, so he sent back the blow
Which was to be intercepted by police, so it was a no go
Mission was aborted, while one of the OG's was conforming
They broke into his house that night, slit his throat and
Left a lovely little letter, that said "you could do better,"
For the authorities to find, and they were running out of time
So which clue was the truth?, and which one left them blind?
But you see, the boss, he wasn't so kind, so he gathered a group
Armed them with "choppers" and knives, so they could take the lives
Of those whom they saw speak blasphemy, against the great white
So they proceeded to shoot down neighborhoods that night
Sparing no one, no husband, no children, nor wife
Was left without the pain, of a bullet to the brain
But the lowly little rookie began to grow insane
[Verse two: The Great White]

And when the boss died, guess who took over?
That lowly little rookie, whom had a new comb over
Because the G.W.E, great white enterprises went global
So he did what he thought best, and looked presentable
But those who went against him, found it regrettable
To find the body of their pet, their crying child, under the table
Traumatized from what they saw, because the rookie had a plan
If you don't take away the man, you can always take away from the man
And when you scar the man emotionally, you take advantage when you can
So he threw a few sorries, and a "look I understand," but while he was busy sniffling
He pulled up his tucked in shirt, and a mac ten, and popped him in the head
Until his skin was but pure red, and he shot up the rest, until everyone was dead
Except his associates who were to keep watch, of the skies from the roof
And from the windows, they looked for the cops, but a helicopter swooped in
Dropping off swat units like kids throw rocks
In such abundance, how could they be stopped?
But he sat down in the head chair, and just let it rock
But before he was destined to rot, he came up with this plot
Dropped to the ground, took the gun, then he shot
Himself in the knee, then he began to beg and plead
As the police stormed in, to attend to his needs
As he had seen coming, they believed he was in peril
So they arrested the others, he betrayed them all, he was a devil