[Jamie Madrox:]
(It s**s to be you)
Oh boy, we doing it bigger than a muthaf**a right now, we got Gla**es Malone with us
(s**s to be you)
Krizz Kaliko in the mutherf**in' house and if you mutherf**as ain't down with this sh**, Krizz let they a** know
(s**s to be you)
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Me and the terrific, with wicked Twiztid, spit it one
Now we more hated then George Zimmerman
So put your hoods up like you're reppin' for trey van
This track s**ed more the minute I came on (no it didn't)
This is for blooded cousins loving us in dozens
And Juggalos is cheering when they hearing n***as bludgeon
You might be offended, I can't be ended
All y'all is in Cali, they be trendin'
Caddy I'm firing the warning shot
n***as still see I stepped it up, don't know how warm it got
Hot, hot, hot, hot!
I'm taking it back to the days I was packing a strap
Cali's in town, they mad they don't know where they girlfriend at
So have a gla** of suicide, a cup of shut the f** up
You n***as made it on the radio, I guess you lucked up
But you'll be outta here in a year and the crowd'll boo
We get the cheers, you get the tears
[Hook:]
s**s to be you
And its so unfair that you keep talking and no one cares
s**s to be you
When in your end is coming, running and you do nothing
s**s to be you
And I know y'all hate it cause we ain't sh** but we still made it
s**s to be you
Put the gun to your face and make this world a better place
[Monoxide:]
You can do it like this, but you're makin' a bad decision
See I'm worse than the mob cause even the fishes are missin'
This ain't some off the wall pill pop mission
But givin' a listen to what I've been giving
I'll have you begging for what what Micheal was hittin'
I'm sickening like a man's a** on a 50 inch
And destined to end up in a bathtub like Whitney did
But my mission is to live long and I got her sh**
But I know she's gotta be dead, bu*ted heads, had a Chris brownie kid
I'm a lunatic in a zombie wig
Sweeney Todd couldn't dream
Of the nightmares that I've been followed with
Like lobsters f**in' ostriches
It's preposterous to think you got a f**in' shot to stop this
[Hook]
[Gla**es Malone:]
Cool it, all these n***as need to cool it
Cause I'm on while they spent a lifetime tryin' to do this
Sixes, I don't even f** with dueces
Ruthless and ain't a n***a breathin' gonna refute it
Fooled it, stanky heart until he proved it
Nice plus I'm ‘bout that life so yeah I used to move it
Ask the Crips, ask the Bloods, ask the [?] ask the Hoovers
About Gla**es Logan gettin' looped up
Get this b**h to nooch you, let it revel, bet that lie
Hey I'm thug until I die, b**h it's seventh street for life
Tossers said hi till they sever off my head
Poser motherf**er you could never understand
Try and beef with me you p**y n***as are dead men
I'm ready for whatever, hundred guns, hundred bands
And I'mma keep it hundred till I'm hunted down and lynched
And since she'll take em out, I can't give my b**h an antic
[Hook]