[Goretex]
  What's up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o
  Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows
  I'm on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks
  Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track
  Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children
  Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians
  Predicting stardom like a swami
  I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft red, and fly pastrami
  Eatin hearty like Luke Abrasi, I gotta call Billy back
  To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, and 'Tachis
  Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal
  Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical
  Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict
  Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic
  Bucktown goes BIZARRE
  Killin fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr
  To the max, I keep it, rugged for days
  PJ's be like amazed, got these niggaz in a verbal haze
  Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini
  My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Pagnini
  Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie
  with cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi
  Shit is real dunn, hook up killings with guns
  So give up your funds, next time you see me on the route