[Intro: Paul Wall]
(Statik Selektah)
Paul Wall
Say man, call the funeral home, man
Have 'em on standby, man
'Bout to kill this shit
Ayy, ayy
Paul Wall, Statik

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Wordplay superlative Statik on the track, you murdered it
I'm all thorough, that's affirmative being fake, no
I ain't for that shit I'm going flawless all permanent
I'm known to turn heads like a tourniquet
I turn your bitch, now she turning tricks, I turn rich
I told my son, "Watch out, the game could get merciless"
I'm on the South Lee 5 9, Whitney Mercilus
Not having my bread ready, that can be pernicious
I'm all over the paper, yeah, I'm quite like a journalist
And first before you diss, undеrstand this
I'm too busy worried 'bout me

[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]
Granted I took thе love for granted but I managed to vanish before commitment lended
You taste the standard when damage came in the picture
Pucker up, kiss-ass n***a
No bad liver, my lungs leaking this gas though
Tadpoles caught in a maze, B-line to black hole
Three dollars and six ten strips was on my dresser, ho
Let me know, serving revenge cold
Warm it up for no souls that want know
I used to play sudoku's, ayy
And copped the miles for me
If you ain't got it I got you but you gotta get busy
My n***a Bentley fall through we split the scissors and force
That's how we stay together, learn from the ball
She sent a course when I asked for time damn, you a chore
Let's talk about it, get descriptive like you talk to the lord
I couldn't vouch if I ain't see you do it, cut down the noise
I hate to see it but these n***as fuck boys, they null and void
[Verse 3: Nems]
(Fuck ya life) Where ya mask at?
You know the fuckin' vibes, you ain't even gotta ask that
Feeding fiends percocets like they had a bad back
Laughing at the game 'cause all of these rappers ass crack (Haha, fuck outta here)
Corona left some of y'all exposed
Can't survive three months without doing shows
Rappers that's lesser known, you hit him up for a spot on your mixtape
That's how we know you broke, you dick face
Pay homage when you see me, it's the fuckin' god
You never been up north, how you rappin' 'bout the yard
Talkin' like you hard but I know that you butt
I'll smack the Reme off of your hat then ask you "What's up?" (Supreme is garbage)
Fuck your life, the only brand that I rock (Facts)
Live from Coney Island, we be blaming the cops (Brrr)
I only fucked shorty 'cause her man was a opp
I knocked him out of his shoes like he had cancerous socks

[Verse 4: Termanology]
I'ma keep it two Virgils with you
Every word official, don't let this burner lift you
Set you up, go and send a little bird to kiss you
With a German pistol full of murder missiles
These rappers washed up, who I gotta clean next?
Momma in the church weeping in the Kleenex
You insane if you thinkin' that it's me next
PTSD stretch you off a reflex
Before they ever Shazam'd me it was jammies
Ran up in them panties, had 'em poppin' them plan B's
Foul gentlemen, burner under the letterman
With ketamine peddlin' for presidents, we devilish
War ready, leave 'em all buried, extraordinary
Pennin' heavy get 'em all ready for the cemetery
Them rappers that you love, they love me like Bun B
And fuck the police, they can't defund me
[Outro]
Fuck the-fuck the police