[Esoteric talking]
You motherfuckers
This is some murderous shit right here
It's the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
Don't try to pigeonhole me baby
You know the deal
About to black out on these motherfuckers
It's like this, hey yo

[Verse 1]
We don't pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
We ain't the cats that you wanna fuck around with
Straight up, like a jump ball
You make my skin crawl like a snake
I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
I beat you, defeat you with the passion
Cash and girls are what motivates me
A small rapper like yourself is needin' safety
I don't claim to be a thug
But I would eat a slug
For any Pharoah that's givin' or receivin' love
I keep a glove in my right hand
So when I murder with the mic
They won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphragm
You're in the fryin' pan
I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs
Ready to go out, and slap the jaw off ya mouth
I'm not the one to dis
I'm fearless like Walken in the deer hunter is
No doubt
[Hook]
You thug it out, cut it out
You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out
You playin' games we gon' shut you out
So now you know what we about
Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt

[Talking]
Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right
Ya man's land ain't even that man
You ain't livin' that life
You ain't ready for that man, fall back

[Verse 2]
Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
Can't fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
Raw rapper, rugged like a Land Rover
Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight
Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click
I'm too sick, to eat a dick
Ya can't get with the words that I spit
I rip, can't stand none of this fake shit
This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury; no you walk Newbury
While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you kids have, not a clue
Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
I slaughter you, my crew hits you on the face off
First of all shake the hate off
Claimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate off
The truth is you can't afford to take a day off
You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
My dick you need to stay off
If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off
Hook x2