So be it

Ohh yeah ohh yeah, right
make them sac,
yeah killing all of them, like dead dogs on the map,
play with their minds,
leave them wanting more of your pain
show them you're the Bose,
yeah,
go around, wave your butt , show you face,
go around the street,
leave them wanting more of you,
ohh ohh woh

yeah I know it's like a pain in the Nick,
will that's what I get every month,
away from home, to work,
making rhymes like the king of pop
yeah,
will roads blocked, no car passing by,
just me and my soul,
going trow other roads,
trying to be a good god
like The best of all times,
yeah could tell me you hate me more than