[Verse 1]
Your house of representatives, I lay down when clashing
Pulverizing player haters, this is my pa**ion
Chopping competition like a lawn-mower when thrashing
My weapons laying n***as flat like OD's of aspirin
Murder b**hes in the bed, strapped up with magnum
Semen is the weapon and I co*k, aim, and blast them
After p**y pleasure, like a zip-lock, I trash them
Dispose of my affection when another n***a stab them
Down for the cause, seeing "Triple b**hes" fall
Headbussaz getting mauled, who the f** you gonna call
No apologies, can't demolish me, this atrocity
Predicted by Nostradamous, and cla**ical astrology
Devils go to hell, murdered dead in ATL
I'm the prick you built your church on, no way you will prevail
The beam from the tone, guillotine, n***as' domes
Should've calculated game, no running when it's on
[Chorus]
You boys wanna get it on, that'll work
It ain't no love being shown, that'll work
Cause we'll jack you for your stones that you worth
And when we get to cracking domes, that'll work
Lemme hit that weed, that'll work
n***a hit that drank, that'll work
n***a move them seeds, that'll work
Take them out that dank, that'll work
Come ride with me, that'll work
High-side with me, that'll work
Get high with me, that'll work
Smoke tai with me, that'll work
[Verse 2]
Another b**h I murder, blow away, Lord Sniff-a-Mous
That moving script-Montana b**h was never dangerous
n***as get fedi, and I'm ready, with machetes
Pull a drive-by, and ball off, like Mario Andretti (Brr-uck-em)
You diss on radio, I come with street polluted tactics
An automatic, hot as acid, when I pull and blast it
Your static left you dead, where you stand, f** a casket
A casualty n***a relaxing on his air-mattress
You hataz slower, know a Tech war is my profession
Do quiet n***as do more damage, when they bring aggression
I stayed in silency and thuggery, and learned a lesson
My smiff-n-wessen run the show, in streets of Armageddon
Another crazy b**h is braver, dingy sh** is smelling
And Over-6 b**hes, I split it over 50 melons
After the heat, my enemies repeat to be deceased
How could you b**hes be elite, your strip in rip in pieces
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
A little static ain't a problem
Animalistic like a savage, when I rob them
Wretches get blown out they shoes, and we grown men
Millimeter chrome is the tool in the lion's den
I slayed in pieces, check this man, I'm glad as f**
I'm gone, whack rappers on Posse songs
f**ing up my shine, trying to let the truth be known
Everybody left the 6, and now they sick
The click that I'm with is the sh**, and we gone murder you (ha ha)
I done showed hella love, I done earned a million dubs
I done blasted at your enemies and left them in the mud
But you tried to cut my throat, pulling out stuff to keep from broke
b**hes tried to keep my royalties, to build and share coke
You the n***a in the thong, that you mentioned in the song
Talking in 3rd person about yourself, you got it wrong
Ain't no refuge, n***as cracking up like test-tubes
For the next move, Juicy J'll get his flesh blew
[Chorus]
[T-Rock]
Huh, you motherf**ers must've not knew who you was messing with or something?
I guess they though T-Rock was gonna fall like a b**h
But guess what n***a you ain't never f**ed with a n***a like me
And when you f** with me, I'm at you
[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]
T-Rock man, what the f** man, uh..
Damn man, my little bitty arm and sh**
[T-Rock]
Yea I know why that motherf**er so small
Cause you've been sticking that motherf**er up Juicy J a**
You bunch of gay motherf**ers
f** Three Six n***a, you can't f** with A-Town
Thoroughbred, College Park, Area 51 Terrorists n***a
This is TBK on mine, Triple b**h k**a
So f** a small arm a** n***a like you
And f** that gay a** n***a Juicy J
You the b**hiest n***a out the motherf**ers
You weak a** ba*tards
f** you n***a, go s** somebody else's dick
Cause I ain't with that sh**