I saw you selling drugs today with my very own eyes.

So to see your name made public here should come as no surprise.

You’ve never been  accountable for anything you’ve done.

But I’m making you my business, pal, and now you’re coming down.

This is my neighborhood you see, where I live and raise my kids.

And I won’t let anyone like you take us down to the “skids."

You’re going down!

You’re going down!

Do you hear what I’m saying?

They’re making room at county jail,

For that’s where you’ll be staying.

I told the cops your name.

I even told them where you live.

You made a big mistake when

You offered junk to my kids.

I told policemen what you gave and what I saw you receive.

I told them where your stash is, just in case they don’t believe.

You’ve had plenty of chances, Horse, yeah time and time again.

But all your lies and alibis will hurt you in the end.

You’re going down!

You’re going down!

You’re going down for real.

The witnesses we have on you

Were quick to make a deal.

Your cellmate is awaiting you, to take you by the hand.

He wants to teach you new games; he wants to be “your man.”

Looks like the game is over, Horse, or maybe just begun.

But the new games you’ll be playing don’t seem like they’d be much fun.