[Intro: Violent J]
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Tick-tock, BANG!

[Verse 1: Violent J]
I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy, wicked shit on these records
And I'm tryna shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there, I just visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut, I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from makin'
That really happen? It did happen right here in my rappin'
You know how many bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talkin' fine ass hoes, and look at me, I ain't shit
And yet super ass hotties be blowin' my shit up
And half the time I don't even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns' role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more thean some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spittin' wicked shit rhymes

[Hook: Violent J, Esham]
(Some fuckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're fuckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
(Some fuckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're fuckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
[Verse 2: Violent J]
I hate people, I get into fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got somethin' to say
To a clown, haters aside I still ride plush
If I ain't ridin' spinners, I'm in an eighth street tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied over there
I don't fucking know, it just happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it, shit, fuck that we did it
So what the fuck is your idea, bitch?
Come with it, our shit paid off and we never get laid off
We never get played, so we never fade off

[Hook: Violent J, Esham]
(Some fuckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're fuckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
(Some fuckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're fuckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)

[Verse 3: Violent J]
I got some woods by my house and they all mine
I'm about to put a gate up around 'em and let loose a lion
'Cause it would fuck up them three dogs of mine
And they be lickin' my toes, when I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a fuckin' mind it, bitches sometimes damn
I just can't believe it when I be fuckin' 'em
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humpin' 'em
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fuckin' ear and yelled "Hey!"
Watchin' TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Lettin' every mothafuckin' body know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to quit
[Hook: Violent J, Esham]
(Some fuckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're fuckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)
(Some fuckin' how) We're spittin' (Live shows) We're fuckin' (Fine hoes)
Somehow as (Time goes), how'd it all happen? (I don't know)

[Outro: Violent J]
It's been real, some fuckin' how
On the real though, some fuckin' how