[Verse 1: Kuniva]
N***as are brave until they cross that gunline
Bust nines, come through like Jordan at clutch time
Play the streets if we have to then we bust rhymes
You ate enough, stab a n***a up in the lunch line
Soul stopper, .44 popper, we so proper
D12 criminal operations, no doctor
Lift a n***a roof up, let's shoot the feds
Sitting high up in the ranks like a booster chair
Wake you up in the morning, ain't no roosters here
Just a n***a with a gun and mask you should fear!
Wake up bitch!
I'll hit you in the head with a hammer
Fucking mom's got her doggy style, adjusting the camera
Going loco, return of the mack, these dogs are ratchet
Knife or a gun either way it's all tragic
Go inside my backpack it ain't all rapping
Bullets hit as quick as Zab Judah when he's jabbing
Detroit Massacre Central, No. 2 pencil
In your throat, my mood swings like women on they menstrual
Tommy gun smoking like they know an exhaust pipe
Heart below zero touch me and get frostbite
Let a couple shots break you off at a stoplight
Dolo hanging out the window, making it pop right
You and me is like comparing Mike to Cartwright
You talk tough but wouldn't spill a drink in a bar fight
Dirty Dozen back on that bullshit for real
Death to anybody, the full clip's concealed
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
I'm the Grim Reaper, walk streets and plot ether
The street sweeper I pop n***as out of their sneakers
I strangle anybody, a main boss or diva
I sprinkling bleach in your cannabis sativa
These buckshots done turn your face into a pizza
I'm leaving them slumped like The Leaning Tower of Pisa
I treat my heat like a visa, never leave without it
I bust heavy metal with steady body counting
A scoundrel, dirty rotten, my beats unforgettable
These niggers I fought young they're still in the hospital
I'm conquering the missions that you find impossible
Like breaking in the woman's locker room with my iPhone
The walls of my nostrils that's damaged from crushin' Oxycodone
Sniff it, walk on the cops that's gonna lock me up
I belligerent so fuck cases!
I'm the type that done conversate with the corpse in my basement
I'm wasted daily, I bathe in my drink
I be arguing with my shrink every day of the week
N***as hiding until they face look like taco meat
Ain't nothing changed put the shell in my chamber in a freak
It's Genghis Khan slash Satan, nuts dangling
So heavy that I dragged them bitches on the pavement
They don't say shit!
I saran wrap your family
I'm lyrically anthrax, I'm passing out Tampax
The bitch n***as got a vendetta
Six statements to get rid of 'em quicker while they chillin' in kitty litter
I'm a gorilla, neck snapper, kill a n***a's cat faster than genuine draft, hazardous bastard cat snatcher
You ain't gangsta you a lab rat
A pen and a pad, grab it, that's how they retaliate after I snap
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Mass murder without a mask
Broken out without the cash Stripper without an ass
A slut without a dash
You're crazy!
Live from St. Louis, Missouri
Two murder cases left for hung jury
They ban Bizarre from MTV
Jump on the stage like Lil Mama did JAY-Z
When I get on stage I'm gonna do a whole song
Yellow thong with a sign saying can we get along?
When I went to L.A. a hundred n***as tried to jump me
Rocky choose to flip me over a table and tried to fuck me, aha!
Kuniva snuffed me, D12 dumped me
Fuckin' fag, go get your ass beats some company
Flyin' down Sunset, drivin' real fast
Watchin' Kim Kardash getting a sick car crash
That's too fucking bad, somebody call her dad
Tell him Reggie Bush is a fag
Raping little girls, taking all their lunches
Hit them in the face with fucking Pacquiao punches
A hundred crunches, a hundred lunches
Roundoff kick hit them with a fucking hundred and something
Bomb shit, bomb click
I got to bomb til bitch I'm the bomb, bitch!
Bomb whips, bomb Old Rick
I'm gonna bomb on you
Bitch you ain't gonna bomb on shit!
Bomb dick, bomb click
Ever since I've been a bomb
Bitch you ain't been the bomb since
Nonsense, stop this shit