[Proof: Intro]
Ayo, Cyzer, let's go to Hell, c’mon

[Verse 1: Proof]
DERTY HARRY! Scary as Bloody Mary
Run up on Carrie, beat her and cut her hair weaves
Slap the Glock clip and run in lot 61
Gimme your watch, chips at once or get smacked, kicked and punched
I ain't playing, I'm a motherfucking menace
I got a hard ass head with nothing in it
Leave your chest wetter than a virgin that ain’t had sex
Trip a Vietnam vet off of his last leg
Proof shoots guns for fun and I blast techs
Cut off your toes and watch yo ass half step
I say "Fuck the world n***as" with my last breath
And keep a whole crowd bouncing like bad checks
They don't want no problem with me, they gon' squabble with mе
They out on church pews hoping God'll get mе
Early mass bust a Mac-10 in his face
And that motherfucking priest shouldn't have been in way! (POW!)

[Chorus: Proof]
Nobody likes me but that's okay (That's alright)
'Cause I don’t like y’all anyway
And I don't like y’all anyway
Fuck all y'all!
Nobody likes me but that's okay (That's alright)
’Cause I don't like y'all anyway (Sure don't)
And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!
[Verse 2: Proof]
I'ma fry when, howlin' on silent nights
Stop off and flip a cop off for buying Viks
Hanging on flying kites of death defying heights
Take advantage of pretty sluts like giant dykes
Worthless like a church bitch crying Christ
Slit wrists won't kill me, fuck it the virus might
Make thug n***a's heart jump like siren lights
I'll beat the shit out of you bitch like Iron Mike
Kidnap suburban twin children for ten million
Set a spot to sell rocks out condemned buildings
My skin peelin' from wind-millin' on loose gravel
Death becomes any emcee that Proof battles
Shoot ammo, go Rambo on July 4th
I'm low down with the buzz like a high dwarf
Jada, I played her and I passed her to Will
Hopped in planes with JFK and crashed in the hills
Your thoughts suck like Monica imagining Bill
Swallowing medicine cabinet pills
Rape, murder, crime, death
Hate, violence, grime, sex!

[Bridge: Proof]
I'm the one behind the dumpster that shot you up
Ran up on your baby mama and just dropped that slut
Grabbed your pastor by his collar, said he talked too much
Stand in court just cursing n***a, holding my nuts (BIATCH!)
[Chorus: Proof & Trick-Trick]
Nobody likes me but that's okay (Wassup Detroit)
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway (Check me out on the new rap files, rap documentary)
And I don't like y'all anyway (Wildin' out as usual baby, keeping it gangsta, Trick-Trick, c'mon)
Fuck all y'all!

[Verse 3: Proof]
A bitch scarrier than a pit terrier
A camouflaged assassin in a well lit area
A dagger through the flesh conducting your death
Killin' that bitch ass noise that thump in your chest
The beginning like sex and sperm
Seduced by sesh and sherm and infectious germs
A lesson learned with stress-filled nerves
Stand in hell butt-neked while my flesh just burn
The malicious, trife, vicious type
That'll beat you to death with plugged-in Christmas lights
A fiend that love to see flesh ripping apart
Sip on some sauce and start flipping off God (Fuck you!)
You better pray I don't self-destruct
'Cause when I do, fuck me bitch, someone else is fucked
I helped a slut but lined up her kids and popped 'em
And when you see Kurt Cobain tell him "Bring back my shotgun" (POW!)

[Chorus: Proof]
Nobody likes me but that's okay (That's alright)
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!
Nobody likes me but that's okay (That's alright)
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway (Sure don't)
And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!
[Bridge: Proof & Trick-Trick]
I'm the one behind the dumpster that shot you up
Ran up on your baby mama and just dropped that slut
Grabbed your pastor by his collar, said he talked too much
Stand in court just cursing n***a, holding my nuts (FUCK ALL Y'ALL!)

[Outro: Trick-Trick]
Once again it's your n***a Trick-Trick
Repping on The 7 Mile Album, Volume 4
With my n***a DJ Babe, goddamit