[Verse 1: Evil Pimp and Crazy Mane]
Testin' my pimpin' they straight out weepin', this n***as be jealous while I stay in hell as I malaise your soul
Fish-a-n***a think us to be so fuckin' heartless i'm souless regardless
I'm gonna be bustin' no thang as I'm leavin' you bleedin' in the damn rain
Doin' it's easy it's so goddamn plain, every day why must a show I don't play
Bustin' kneecaps and the busta' boy that with the ra-ta-ta as the guest at the clappin' [?] snappin'
Then brought out at the trappin', your ass start to act like a [?]
Sendin' you baiters to stack you some hay, never pulled triggers but your ass you say
Thought you a killer but n***a no way, you better pray when the test start to spray
Yo ass is down into the ground 'cause i'm a killer i'm safe from [?]
But you just clownin' and you gonna just drown in some cold water n***a
I slaughter your daughter, your mother, your brother, your closest now bussin' on G
When i'm doin' sum' sick I'm into it and once again gotta make bands gimme yo ends
Gimme yo dollars and gimme your cents, empty your pockets I wanna see lead
Think I won't shot well you got me straight bih, ever be known as a lunatic bih?
Quit with your chatter don't try to get clever 'cause Evil Pimp gone on this killing endeavooouuur (I'm a stingeerr)

[Chorus: Krucifix Klan]
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be- I'mma be- I'mma be stangin'
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be- I'mma be- I'mma be stangin'
[Verse 2: Crazy Mane]
Rainin' them thangs, blow out them brains and leavin' the bloods hang on the wall
We murder by mass and more money we catchin', we takin' your money and breakin' them full
[?] the cage up to your head, pull back the trigger now busta' be dead
[?] or never I'll [?] for my crew, fine we'll make it with tank's 22
All of you buztas who teach you with [?] who got the cronic that ya'll never had this
[?] and the killa ass n***a for [?] bullets
So all of you bustas show love in the club, [?] crucifixes on the dough
[?] while yo back is bleedin' so deadly from out of your brain
Fuckin' with this, fucking with click, light the damn crucifix, busta you sick

[Chorus: Krucifix Klan]
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be- I'mma be- I'mma be stangin'
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be- I'mma be- I'mma be stangin'