[Verse 1: Bizarre]
'87 Maserati
Two gold Benz, bumping "Lodi Dodi"
Two old friends, twelve gauge
co*ked and loaded, Obama's in office
b**h, she glad that she wrote it, I'm bad news
Riding on a bad a** cruise, move down the city slick
Here's some bad a** shoes, smack my b**h
Now I'm on YouTube with some bad a** views
Now what the f** I supposed to do? Head in a trance
I wanna see you dance, weed stink
Like a rapper from France, face rotten
Late soxy cotton, tie you up
Watch you get f**ed by Antoine Dodson and he ain't stoppin'
I'm straight Nick coppin', old school
White on white Reebok and can't tell me sh**
'Cause, b**h, I am the sh** and the hard tuna fish
You smell this nasty sh**? Nasty dick
For a nasty b**h (f** me in my a**)
Let me do some nasty sh** (I wanna f** dude's balls)
I got a nasty clique (Who's your security guard?)
His name is Nasty Rick (He's cute...) (f** him!)
Let me [?] your nasty clit
You just a dirty b**h
[Hook: King Gordy]
We like violence! We like fightin'!
b**h, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f**in' you up)
With rights and left jabs be [?]
[?] quite the fire! (But I feel like f**in' you up)
You better protect yourself
Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f**in' you up)
But you need to ask yourself:
"Is he gon' beat my a** to d**h?"
[Verse 2: King Gordy]
This is insanity, y'all
Picture a man finger f**ing his family dog
Lick on its a**, stick it up in its vaginal walls
Damn, he's having a ball, dog scratching my balls
Plan to jam my hands in the a** of this dog
Now he's laughing at y'all, you think he's insane
But has a unique brain to wrestle with gods
I put Zeus in a figure four, Allah will get beat and forced
On your knees, you will bleed from Gordy intercourse
Am I sick? Of course, I wear two horns, I will hit a dwarf
So hard in the f**ing face with the poles at the North
Where Santa Claus at? While I'm still in the D
Top illin' with some [?] straw hat
The king of horrorcore, there's a fetus on the floor
Been f**ed by a four year old, eat her whole [?]
Till that f**ing dead baby comes
Visions of dead babies hung by their legs
There's the head of your baby son
[Hook: King Gordy]
We like violence! We like fightin'!
b**h, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f**in' you up)
With rights and left jabs be [?]
[?] quite the fire! (But I feel like f**in' you up)
You better protect yourself
Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f**in' you up)
But you need to ask yourself:
"Is he gon' beat my a** to d**h?"
[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
I sit in a dirty room with candles lit
With an alligator and pit, I'm laughin' at naked mannequins
With crack in the fryin' pan shootin' up smack in my right hand
I never leave the crib without contraband
I ain't human, I'm half man, an alien
With an attitude of a Taliban strapped with Nitrogen
To collide and die, every chance that I can
They don't wanna try, I'm a man with lyrical cancer
The Devil can't even dance with me
To be heinous, I was made to be
Like a poison soaked in a handkerchief
Walking behind your b**h
I put the cloth to her lips like Dahmer
And drag her out of that bar
I'm a problem, psychopathic goblin
This llama tear the bladder out of the abdomen faster than zombies
Get that a** beat, like a Nazi in Vietnam
With a swastika sign that's tatted on his body
[Hook: King Gordy, Young Zee, both]
We like violence! We like fightin'!
b**h, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f**in' you up)
With rights and left jabs be [?]
[?] quite the fire! (But I feel like f**in' you up)
You better protect yourself
Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f**in' you up)
But you need to ask yourself:
"Is he gon' beat my a** to d**h?" (Let's go, yeah)
[Verse 4: Young Zee]
I make the three-eight and four-five blast
Two guns at once when I multi-task
Bow-bow-bow-bow, they both blastin' off
Two clips'll flip your lil Volkswagen car
It's Doctor Drankenstein
I change my mind into Genghis Khan
You dudes face the Führer
You wanna k** my pets, man, you Ace Ventura
Man, lay down and face the sky
Whole new episode, a thousand ways to die
Young, man, I co*k and squeeze it
Turn your lil b**h to a quadriplegic
Off the Pabst Blue Ribbon
I slap two women and go back to prison
Get a knife stuck in your gut
I'm down with D12 and I feel like f**in' you up
[Outro: DJ Young Mase]
Shout out to Young Zee