Die Hard Feat. Crooked I

I"m America"s nightmare, smiling face of a gangster nation
 Never ask for favours or affidavits
 I"m double dutch like Rancid blazing
 I"m double clutch like phantoms racing
 I"m in the cut like a laceration stacking paper
 Never plan vacations, plan aassinations
 Truthfully I"d rather draft a business plan for Satan
 Fascinated with hundred million dollar ransom payments
 And dancers famous for f like Nancy Reagan
 I can"t be patient, I doctor passports and fast forward past ws
 Guerilla pimp up in this cash war
 About to blast off, listen to the fast talk
 Breaking the sound barrier and shattering your glass jaw
 I"m highly recommended, highly respected
 Finely perfected, the Ill Bill virus, find me injected
 I leave society infected, I attack with a variety of weapons
 Any survivors will be divine intervention
 I"m cruising with that super bazooka that"ll shoot and ruin ya
 F with my ruby you"re choosing a future with Lucifer
 Sleep with the fishes, troopers will have to SCUBA
 To scoop you up and find you in a net like they Googled ya
 Who the f you think you"re playing around with?
 Vomit in your ear just to show you I sound sick
 My round spit like a pitcher chewing tobacco
 Get down quick, I"m wacko like Tyson in round six
 My mind and mentality is somewhere around Vick"s
 Kill you and your dogs, I ain"t talking about pits
 Who you throwing a tantrum? You ain"t talking about s
 Cut your fit out before I cut your outfit
 This is how east side Long Beachers do it
 Soon as you run for your car, I"mma beat you to it
 Soon as you pop your trunk, I"mma eat your Buick
 Then leave you in your own trunk leaking fluid