(Chorus: Evil Pimp)
Busters act like Superman, But bullets be your kryptonite
You best have your cape so you can fly up to the afterlife

(Verse 1: Evil Pimp)
I peep, Then creep, Count sheep and go to sleep
You n***as got some problems, Automatic's gonna see
Your flesh, A mess, My nuts you best not test
You player haters get free passes to my killing fest
Confess, This nine, Which I'll rush you and touch you to your spine
Can you handle the pain of my fucking rouge Chrome, If you can't, Then I advise you to hide
I dine, On blood, As I check off my job popping slugs
Cause Evil Pimp is from the fucking black market, I'm selling your organs in jugs
With sauces, Your process, I takes no shorts or losses
Your family found your body outside down on bloody crosses
My fortress four horses, With your blood I begin to paint portraits
Take a run through the hall with blood stains on the wall and the trail of my mutilated corpses
I burst, It hurts, I love the way blood squirts
The pain and suffering is what like satisfies my thirst
Your verse was worse, So better stay motherfucking alert
When I give up my Evil, I tend to see n***as be face down on the planet of Earth

(Chorus: Evil Pimp)

(Verse 2: Stan Da Man)
Stan from the Klan, Gun in hand, Acting like Superman
Blow a n***as ass off, Catch a lemon slipping is so simple and planned
Buster put your hands up, Like a broken mirror, I'm coming with bad luck
Leaving n***as bucked bucked bucked, Leave a lemon bleeding rotting in my trunk
North side n***as talking shit, Understanding like they commit a felony
Sweet robbery, Shooting motherfuckers my specialty
Leaving corpses under my bed, Hidden under lumber just from smelling so dead
Model and fake under the map, Superman n***as get shot in they head
Hot as hell summertime, Walking down the street perpetrating this crime
Keep your family in the house while the Stan Man is walking out late night
Scoping out the fucking bitch, N***a don't be knowing that he about to be hit
About to get a raise because we so quick, Leave him fully shot then we get
Hanging out the liquor store, Getting me a Miller so I got a buck-o
Lighting up the Swisha Sweet, Take a fucking hit and I'm about to get blown
Busters act like Superman, But I got your kryptonite
If you really Superman, Stop this bullet from my nine
(Chorus: Evil Pimp)

(End of the song)