[Intro x2: Sampled]
She know- She know- She know-
She know how we get down

[Verse 1: King Gordy]
Yo, bring your n***as with you
And watch they faces get ate the fuck up, bitch I'm bringin' in the biggest pistol
I send a bitch to kill you
With razor blades that's made to cut up all your fingers like some tender gristle
Please, I've been an issue
I'm in ya place with k's, I'll bust once, silly n***a tried to hit the window
And then I'm sending missiles
Get out the way or get blazed with one slug that'll pierce while it enters your temple
N***a, I'm sick and mental
Man on purple haze and one blunt, have your little sister gettin' injured
Either shit is official
By the way I'm Cobain I fuck sluts and I'm quick to put six of 'em in you
This ain't coincidental
Bitch you can train, lift weights, get buffed up, you will still end up in a spiddle
Your friends'll get you crippled
Simple and plain, you ain't tough you punk, You a feminine man, n***as should pimp you

[Verse 2: Marv Won]
Yo, it's the whippersnapper that'll pistol-whip a rapper
Hit with a clip to clap ya, it's clear and crystal laughter
From your section once who you say you you're better than
Telling jokes must be your profession like David Letterman
I'm a veteran, [?]
Like Sugar Ray in his prime, quick feet and a hard swing
So playing tough is the wrong decision
Cuz this tray I'll bust'll split you up like long division
On the mic it's like cones have risen
And you can't get away from my bars, every song is prison
Take this light beer and I'll show you what trife is
Your neck is where my knife is, your chick is where my pipe is
But I don't trust her I use two rubbers
And she can't ID me 'cause I'm in black like one of the blues brothers
I am West now, possess the best style
So honor your king or get cancelled into exile
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo, I got a gauge called half pint, mean mug and scrufaced
Blow a punk motherfuckers back to her school days
Just another gat to toss, get the things clapping off
Leave them stretched, brain dead, chewing on some applesauce
I'll be back tomorrow for your little brother crack his jaw
N***as trip but when I approach 'em they try to laugh it off
Start off the holocaust, chrome polished off
Bullets hit the highest bidder, domes getting auctioned off
Dwelling on the mean blocks, where they serving fiends rocks
Taking breaks from baggin up, your girl sucks a mean cock
Appetite for destruction, disregard the repercussion
Gordy is demonic, he can even see the reaper cussing
You don't wanna see the dozen, shitting on the beat is nothing
Marv Won, Bango and Fatts keep the reefer puffing
Jeer of the underdog, I'll bury every one of y'all
F.K., D12, never stop sonning y'all

[Verse 4: Swifty McVay]
I'm a lyrical extra-terrestial
I get next to hoes if we beefing and you be leaving a vegetable
When I touch you, you mistaking me for an octopus
Anonymous killer testicle stuck in your esophagus
And I can bust quicker than ecstasy
And then I'll push your hairline back and you ain't get this shit hereditary
Waiting at your cemetry, arrogant bastard
Quick to riddle your casket before you bury it
My adversaries run and they tire
They sprinting like them n***as from Chariots of Fire, the finish line's they retirement
I am just a maniacal, violent, pyromaniac
Giving you hoes something that you can vomit with
I can get your momma split
I'll plot a ransom and turn her into Johnny Handsome
I'll spend the cash on arsenal, I'm gutter so why try
To fuck with a brother that twirls butterfly knives and tech nines
I ain't got 'em all, don't know how to fall
Even if I pop four Tylenols with alcohol
At at her lessons, raised with some metal intestines
I'm a dog so you best to count your blessings
I can walk the streets without a final call
Snatch your loot as I walk to your car and have a ball
I'm a dome calling, sharpshooter you all ignore
When I'm pourning sulphuric acid all over your whore
I collect skeletons, a predator
That's eating your flesh quicker than gelatin
I'm cannibalistic, sticking Hannibal Lecter for embezzlement
Imsomiac, I sleepwalk and kill [?] MOTHERFUCKER
[Verse 5: Shim-E Bango]
These little n***as don't want it with Bang, I put that on everything
My nephew, that F.K. gang that said I claim
The 2 K's, the drumstick, hi-hat, the drum kick
Pop in the one clip, you're down some dumb shit
The high guy's high guy still down for that fly by
We all die one day lil homie now why cry?
If we got beef then Bang gon' pop at you
Pick up guns, send the block at you
Aim high, headshots, yeah that's what I'ma do
Lay the boy out, scan dough like I'ma do
You saw 'sault, don't look in the peakhole
One shot hit him, leave him sicker than Neo
The E go, have him seeing stars like T.O
I got the real [?], man get a T.O
See those got kickback for the chitchat
Click clack, thumbtacks, rip up your sixpack