Guilty Simpson
Get ’Em
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]
The games about to get hot
Ayo doc, you better tell them other producer n***as that they bet' not drop
Cause Mr. Porter ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying, I'll fuck over you mans
When my crew get to bringing some guns and start the spraying
Have the whole crowd bowing like some Muslims praying
Boy, this n***as mad cause I fucked his toots
I got a way with hoes, my dicks long as Yao Ming foot, nope
Nope nope nah n***a your shits invalid
I'm bout money, you chasing bitches like Jimmy Fallon
Well I'm the type to get 'em fucked up, drunk and wiling
All crunk in the G-5 smilin, that's how I (get em, get em)
See if you want that ho back, you ain't close to no pimp you should focus on rap
I got bars big as coconuts n***a in fact
I keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
I don't give a damn my n***a
Peep me out I got a bomb ass gun and a landmine trigger
Posted at the bar, where I slam my liquor
Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters
You little insect fucks'll get crushed
No rap clique exists, it's just us
Saw you little fags, posing in the pages of the rap mags
And I am the black flag
Spraying ya'll chumps to death, I'm that bad
And I don't even speak to cats, I'm that mad
So if I was on some brand new shit
So what, you little coward n***as won't do shit
Approach with caution, your mans got issues
And I'm a great shot the heat, will not miss you
If we got problems, I will not diss you
I'm a sic the dogs on ya'll to come get you
[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
Six minutes Jay Elect you're on
I transform, and blast on a n***a like megatron
I got the power
I'm on fire like the west wing of the Pentagon and the North Tower
I'll break yo ass off proper
The resident doctors giving out one way tickets to ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
These fuck n***as ain't real like Snuffleupagus
That's why when they bumpin they gums, we let the muskets buss
You don't believe me, ask em
We smack rappers in they face, spit on they kicks, and blast 'em
Yeah, get nervous now
I'm a fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns
I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns
You n***as look like heaps of steaks and burger mounds
When my ears start ringing, and them voices say hit' em
I have no motherfucking choice but to get 'em