[T-Rock]
Say dog, damn, what the f** wrong with your arm
That motherf**er all small and sh**
Damn, can you move that motherf**er?
Why you just spinning that little metal piece around
That's all you can do with that sh**?
[Hook 4x]
It's my little arm, yeen know? It doesn't work, yeen know?
And it won't fit, yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know?
[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]
Damn T-Rock, why the f** you gotta clown my arm and sh** man?
[T-Rock]
Cause n***a, that's how the f** it is
And I'm telling everybody on how Lil Pat made all your beats
Lil Pat made this beat, Lil Pat I'm finna rock this sh**
This how it's supposed to be
[Verse]
Ain't nan n***a outbussing me
Every single opposition gone suffer defeat
I'mma show you n***as what is a G
When the funk jump off, bullethole put a slug in your knee
Cause I'mma aim at your chest and neck
Now you living off of life support, like check to check
Every n***a try to flex I wreck
Push a n***a mind back, with the Tek, try to recollect
But he can't, laying in the pain, his rank, can't spit game
Try to be above a mack and get shamed
I'm throwing n***as off the plank, and get plank
Gone off of drank and dank
So gone on with the hype talk
I'm with a click of motherf**ers bringing gats to a knife's talk
I'm on point like a tight walk
When a slug get to spraying, make his 12s turn the lights off
I'll leave them stuck like starch n***a
See the gats gone spark n***a, aimed at your heart n***a
Ripping you apart n***a, I'm on point too sharp n***a
You be diminished by a hard n***a
All about the change, on the grind for the sacks and green
Saving full of d**, like sacks of green
Motherf**ers get wrong, I'mma leave a n***a gone
In the wind, caught him slipping like vasoline
Pull the hammer back, aiming at your spleen
n***as better get saved, and confess to king
When you f**ing with the Rock, n***as busting at your spot
So you better be on point with your vest and beam
Better get life insurance like Mr.Serv
Do a lyrical murder by using gift of words
When I pull the hammer back, I'mma lay a n***a flat
n***as flipping CDs, like I flipped a bird
[T-Rock]
So it's your little arm that doesn't work huh?
Ha ha, what's up with Juicy? I guess he just a gay motherf**er
Well, you know what I'm saying, honestly
I'd rather have a small arm, than just be a gay a** n***a
But then again both of you motherf**ers gay!
Bunch of gay a** n***as
Rest of y'all n***as in Three Six, y'all n***as better leave the click
Before they have y'all n***as trying to convert and sh**
Yea n***a, that's what happens when you f** with the real n***a
You exploit me, you diss me n***a, I'm at you motherf**ers n***a
I'm exposing all the demons, all the truth
Everything I'm saying on this motherf**ing record is the truth n***a
All you n***as thinking I'm just trying to make y'all laugh
And I know it's funny as a motherf**er, yea
Cause them some funny a**, b**h made, f*ggot a** n***as
But all that sh** true
f** Three Six, and f** that small arm a** n***a
He ain't nothing but a b**h
f** that f**ing gay wra**ler a** n***a
He the biggest b**h of them all
n***a, Vampire in Memphis a** n***a, like my n***a
J-Love said
n***a f** y'all motherf**ers n***a
All you gone do is wait for your motherf**ing brother
To get out of jail and sh**
[T-Rock imitating Juicy J]
Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail
Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail
[T-Rock]
What about that n***a?
He locked up right now n***a, and I'm f**ing you n***as up!!
f**ing your a** in the game
Telling everybody about all the bullsh** you was pulling
I bet won't nann n***a, nann civilized n***a, sign with y'all punk a**es
Cause your motherf**ing beats ain't worth all that n***a
I'll keep jacking y'all punk a**
Whenever I hear a beat, and you ain't rocking it right n***a
I'mma jack your motherf**ing a**
Oh yea, Lil Pat made the sh** anyway
Lil Pat making all the motherf**ing beats
You n***as taking all the recognition
I say Lil Pat walk in the studio
And blast all you b**h made motherf**ers one day
Then he wouldn't be in the wrong, cause that's what I wanted to do
But instead, I left you ho a** n***as
Cause you f** with me n***a, I'm at you
I'll be done f**ing, f**ed one of you n***as up in the quickness n***a!!
So whatever...you thinking I'm talking
You think I'm just talking sh** n***a, run up n***a!!
Cause I'm packing mine n***a
You get your a** blasted off the planet f**ing with me n***a!!
Area 51 for life!