[Intro]
Uh
This is Paradime! (Murder, kill)
Big Proof D12!
And White Boy Ric!
Listen

[Verse 1: Proof]
I'm a highly intense crime product
The reason thugs put "’bout it" behind "'bout it"
I seen Glocks that leave 10 men shot
And afterwards on your block you can hear a pin drop (Proof!)
Your wiseguy whole image is Sci-Fi
Saying you're a killer, only thing you killing is my highs
I don’t knock on wood, I blow through bricks
Don't owe you shit but you owe whoever flow you bit
I'm psychopathic with a rifle habit
Blast the bible Catholic and trife Bapist
Open fire on faggots, straight through bisexuals, don't worry, your kids gon' die next to you
"My brains a fried vegetable!"
Rape a bitch and give a virgin girl AIDS
And snatch your granny cane, watch her fall her like The World Trade (TIMBER!)
Show me a living legend so I can pop 'em
And when you see Kurt Kobain tell him "Bring back my shotgun"

[Chorus: Proof, White Boy Ric & Paradime]
This is punch you in your mouth shit, we run up on your outfit
With No Announcement
We coming in your house bitch, we 'bout this with countless ounces
Staying higher than mountains, Proof, 'Dime and White Boy Ric (We don’t give a fuck!)
This is punch you in your mouth shit, we run up on your outfit
With No Announcement
We coming in your house bitch, we ’bout this with countless ounces
Staying higher than mountains, Proof, 'Dime and White Boy Ric (We don’t give a fuck!)