[Verse 1]
Your house of representatives, I lay down when clashing
Pulverizing player haters, this is my passion
Chopping competition like a lawn-mower when thrashing
My weapons laying n***as flat like OD's of aspirin
Murder bitches in the bed, strapped up with magnum
Semen is the weapon and I cock, aim, and blast them
After pussy pleasure, like a zip-lock, I trash them
Dispose of my affection when another n***a stab them
Down for the cause, seeing "Triple Bitches" fall
Headbussaz getting mauled, who the fuck you gonna call
No apologies, can't demolish me, this atrocity
Predicted by Nostradamous, and classical astrology
Devils go to hell, murdered dead in ATL
I'm the prick you built your church on, no way you will prevail
The beam from the tone, guillotine, n***as' domes
Should've calculated game, no running when it's on

[Chorus]
You boys wanna get it on, that'll work
It ain't no love being shown, that'll work
Cause we'll jack you for your stones that you worth
And when we get to cracking domes, that'll work
Lemme hit that weed, that'll work
N***a hit that drank, that'll work
N***a move them seeds, that'll work
Take them out that dank, that'll work
Come ride with me, that'll work
High-side with me, that'll work
Get high with me, that'll work
Smoke tai with me, that'll work

[Verse 2]
Another bitch I murder, blow away, Lord Sniff-a-Mous
That moving script-Montana bitch was never dangerous
N***as get fedi, and I'm ready, with machetes
Pull a drive-by, and ball off, like Mario Andretti (Brr-uck-em)
You diss on radio, I come with street polluted tactics
An automatic, hot as acid, when I pull and blast it
Your static left you dead, where you stand, fuck a casket
A casualty n***a relaxing on his air-mattress
You hataz slower, know a Tech war is my profession
Do quiet n***as do more damage, when they bring aggression
I stayed in silency and thuggery, and learned a lesson
My smiff-n-wessen run the show, in streets of Armageddon
Another crazy bitch is braver, dingy shit is smelling
And Over-6 bitches, I split it over 50 melons
After the heat, my enemies repeat to be deceased
How could you bitches be elite, your strip in rip in pieces

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
A little static ain't a problem
Animalistic like a savage, when I rob them
Wretches get blown out they shoes, and we grown men
Millimeter chrome is the tool in the lion's den
I slayed in pieces, check this man, I'm glad as fuck
I'm gone, whack rappers on Posse songs
Fucking up my shine, trying to let the truth be known
Everybody left the 6, and now they sick
The click that I'm with is the shit, and we gone murder you (ha ha)
I done showed hella love, I done earned a million dubs
I done blasted at your enemies and left them in the mud
But you tried to cut my throat, pulling out stuff to keep from broke
Bitches tried to keep my royalties, to build and share coke
You the n***a in the thong, that you mentioned in the song
Talking in 3rd person about yourself, you got it wrong
Ain't no refuge, n***as cracking up like test-tubes
For the next move, Juicy J'll get his flesh blew

[Chorus]

[T-Rock]
Huh, you motherfuckers must've not knew who you was messing with or something?
I guess they though T-Rock was gonna fall like a bitch
But guess what n***a you ain't never fucked with a n***a like me
And when you fuck with me, I'm at you

[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]
T-Rock man, what the fuck man, uh..
Damn man, my little bitty arm and shit

[T-Rock]
Yea I know why that motherfucker so small
Cause you've been sticking that motherfucker up Juicy J ass
You bunch of gay motherfuckers
Fuck Three Six n***a, you can't fuck with A-Town
Thoroughbred, College Park, Area 51 Terrorists n***a
This is TBK on mine, Triple Bitch Killa
So fuck a small arm ass n***a like you
And fuck that gay ass n***a Juicy J
You the bitchiest n***a out the motherfuckers
You weak ass bastards
Fuck you n***a, go suck somebody else's dick
Cause I ain't with that shit