[Verse 1:Demetrius]
Imagine a rappin' Dr. Sebi on a Dr Dre beat, zulu
Shocker maybe, I'm a cock three 80's, Ohguyu
I'm a lock it oh so, I'm a decoder with a microphone
I'm Chewbacca stone cold, I'm voodoo
Scientific and I invented writin' fire shit
That's just off the wall, that's called hieroglyphics
I fire lyrics like a drive by when I'm by your district
Outside your crib with that rah rah then I slide a clip in
To the microphone, I'll rap until I bag a sender
Rihanna my BM, throwin' a W out that black beamer
Shoot you dead in your leg bone when I clap ninas
It's like you are what you shoot at cause I'm a blasphemer
The lyrical Sun Tzu jots ninjutsu on a sensor bеam
My sensei Pac, I told you n***as beforе when my mixtape drop
You men'll pause, in other words men straight stop
Fuckin' around with a G on that microphone
Bustin' it down to a T on that microphone
The new NWA on that microphone
The Cube you lovin' to hate on that microphone
I'm Jesus talkin' to God on that microphone
I'm C walkin' on water on microphone
You drown in a fountain of youth on that microphone
That mean you n***as die young when that mic is on

[Verse 2:Kenny]
Sayin' you gonna do A and B, homie lets see
I'm not your average Joe, maybe Pesci
This beast is yet to eat, this track is fresh meat
I'ma sun this track and leave, this a dead beat
Move like a chess piece, plan steps correctly
N***as are lying on you like a bed sheet
People'll turn on you like the next street
I'm a be up front like the best seat
Point my ride and open says me
I'll part your body like the Red Sea
Fuck the BS, I'm flexin' then flex again, call it reflex
I don't gotta rake now to make pounds of green
Find a hater's crib play butter, they house get cleaned
Y'all fast food to me, I'ma take out your team
I want all the beef, I'm a steak houses dream
Hit your home students, stroke through your whole crew
Walk inside your microphone booth, here don't shoot
Gun sound off like it's on you, I told you
Don't be fuckin' around on that microphone
Now your homies heard a round on that microphone
Down for not getting down on that microphone
Told you not to make a sound on that microphone
I'm a beast, I'ma eat on that microphone
Woke n***a losin' sleep on that microphone
It's where I get beside myself like I'm a clone
Coldest shit, you six feet on that microphone
[Verse 3:Julius]
Nah, don't fuck with me 'cause I grip the blammy
Like Trey Songz getting back on Laurey, trigger happy
I told y'all I'm the son of a gun, that's why I call my gun Pops
My extendo clip is extended family
Call me your lord, my weapon's formed again you gon' prosper
Swingin' swords, like Tekken, Yoshimitsu a monster
Bring the war, you bet I won't be civil, we hit Detroit, we record
In heaven's only temple, Wakanda
I'm finna be snappin' on whack rappers corpses
Ravenous half animal man, I'm anthropomorphic
At n***as doors, when you hear that hard knock
Life is over before you turn your daughter to Annie The Orphan
Whooh sheesh, talk about reckless, C.O.B flag hanging
I be walking around reppin'
Ladies and gentlemen we present to you Slaughterhouse Records
Shootin' with that 30 on me, I ain't talking about steppin'
For the free bitches rockin' my microphone
You put green on that box just like Patron
N***as like us was born on the microphone
My ambilocal cord was a microphone
Call up the team, war on that microphone
Army fatigue when I record on the microphones
Call us the abattoir on the microphones
I mean we know how to slaughter a microphone
[Verse 4:Kid Vishis]
These featherweights we set 'em straight then elevate
Send Leatherface to heaven's gate then meditate, set a date[yeah]
Meet up at high noon with five goons, take ten paces and let it spray[brrrrra]
We chase rappers we don't whip, stand blood
Stop running, you a quicksand chug
Shoot to fade like a hitman barber
I let off a round, you do a roundhouse
We can see who kickback harder[sicko]
N***a we can't find you it's where your momma and dad at
Gunshot, blow out your brain, go get your dad a bat[braaa]
Hands on with it, I don't battle rap
Vishis looks like fishin' hooks, snatchin' rappers out their habitat[sahh]
They doubted I'm 'bout it
Gun in the holster
I ain't have to pull the pistol out it
I will punch a quarter and knock 2 dimes and a nickel out it
And it's gonna cost you a pretty penny
These rappers is Mini Binnies[doo doo doo]
Why we argue when our son's on that microphone
I eat these rappers, leave crumbs on that microphone
You shouldn't rap until we done with the microphone
Pac, Biggie and Pun on that microphone
It's gonna be hard for you to breathe on that microphone
Take the air out an MC on that microphone
Get you paid behind these bars, get my Rikers on[Rikers on]
You don't appreciate the mic when your mic is gone[mic is gone gone]