[Intro: RXKNephew]
Evil Poison
DJ Smokey Presents: Certified Terror Music
THIS ALBUM IS TERRORISM (Allahu akbar)
(What's good GeeohhS?)
Yeah (I hope my opps get AIDS)
Yeah (Evil Poison)

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
You want that shit done right? Then do it yourself
I'm the only boss, n***a, paid it myself
Off in them trenches, n***a, slavin' myself
$300,000, n***a, made it myself (Too many hunnids)
Birthday on the first, they're like, "Neph, why you ain't hype about it?"
I paid three-hundred bills, shit, what I like about that?
"What you want for your birthday?" I want a new thirty
"What you want for your birthday?" Bitch, who gon' do it for me?
"What you want for your birthday?" Bitch, can't afford it
"What you want for your birthday?" Shit, a new foreign
I'm goin' through some shit, who the fuck gon' relate? (For real)
Just 'cause I got money, a bitch gon' stay (Certified Terror Music)
Gucci frames on my face, I don't wanna see shit
Cut 'em off, they're like, "Damn, Neph can't keep shit"
A couple thousand for this shit, this ain't no cheap fit
You did what? And seen what? We don't believe that shit
Talkin' bout love, they don't even love they self
I love my Glock 40, Gucci frames and B.B. belt (Opp genocide)
[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
Chain cost a lot
You ain't got shit to say to me, my n***a, explain it to the Glock
Walk in the spot like Mad Max, throw bombs over Baghdad
If I don't know you're back back, then get your pussy ass whacked
He a below-the-waist shooter, you always aimin' for the legs
I'm like Shaq, when I'm in the paint, I'm tryna bang on a n***a head
Bet I get the rebound; opps wanna see me down
I got light heron, and I got that Bobby Brown
He was up, they shot him down
Four nick' on me, ridin' 'round
Good on my side of town
He moved OT, he hidin' out
Shit feel different with a gun in your face
Oh, now you don't got nothin' to say
Real mobster, don't look at my face
When I walk in, look the other way
This pill changed my mood quick
Y'all shoot the shit, we shoot shit
I got lawyer and bail money
The opps wishin' jail on me
Plug your nose, it smell funny
Put your fuckin' mask on
I been in this trap for nine hours, gettin' bags gone
I'll put a slab on; get his lil' ass gone
Shoot a lot, but you always missin', you got bad form (Based Negative Squad)
[Verse 3: Christ Dillinger]
N***as ain't gon' never walk again if they think 'bout runnin' in
When I was fourteen, I fronted unc once and never saw that n***a again
I pop pills and drink out the bottle
My bitch bad as fuck, look like a model
VIC dope, it make 'em wobble
This weed just came out, it's not Gelato
If you ain't got no money, my bitch will not fuck
Moncler on me, official as fuck
You can scan the Moncler tag on my outfit, it go right to the website
Ain't no way my mans gettin' left behind, 'cause I'ma make sure I get him right
One time I fronted a n***a a dime until he paid me, I couldn't sleep at night
When I got my first pound, I broke it down
Broke a whole pound down to nicks and dimes
Squeeze out all the profit, I need every penny
Back to school shopping was JCPenney's
I can still get fly in a PCX
We got Xanax pills, molly and X
We got that dog, got DMX
Beat a n***a ass on stage like X

[Outro]
Poison Incorporated (What's good GeeohhS?)
We make the best Poison
Terrorists win