"Every day, on every street... in every city... women are insulted. Abused. Bred."

I can rock a beat
Plus rock around
But I think it's time to show my full range
Pull out the Glock
Hit him at close range
Knock their socks off, and call me fucking close-change
'Cause I'm sick of these cat-calls
I got a gat-ful
It's not a metaphor if it's actual
One on my ankle, one on my belt
And I like 'em so much I'ma shoot myself
'Cause mace is great, a knife is fine
But I like the peace of mind that I get with my nine
M80, the queen of thieves
Not talking bamboo when she shoots some leaves
And this is going out to every skeeve
On every street that made me I'll at ease
They want sex, but I've got what they need
Cock back, aim it at their jockstrap and squeeze

(Make it pop)
Make it pop
(Make it pop)

One night I was all alone just walking
Minding my own, but then this dude kept stalking
And every girl knows just what I'm talking
I could call the cops but I've got another option
I said, "I bet you're in the mood for love,"
"Let's go around the corner and have some fun."
He just grinned and he grabbed his prick
And said "What's up, bitch, now suck my dick."
But I said "not yet" 'cause I practice safe sex
Not talking 'bout pills, not talkin' latex
I got this method that's totally effective
My weapon, a nine-millimeter Smith