(Violent J)
Tick...Tock (x4)
BANG!
(Violent J)
I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked sh** on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there, I just visionaried that sh**
So deep in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the f** is stopping me from making that really happen?
It did happen right here in my rapping
You know how many b**hes I f**ed off this?
I'm talking fine a** hoes
And look at me, I ain't sh**
And yet super a** hotties be blowing my sh** up
And half the time I don't even show up
We role with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked sh** rhymes
Some f**ing how...
(Chorus x2)
We're spitting
(Live shows)
We're f**ing
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How'd it all happen?
(I don't know)
(Violent J)
I hate people
I get into fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a clown hater
Aside I still ride plush
If I ain't riding spinners
I'm in a 8th street tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied over there
I don't f**ing know
It just happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap b**h
I roll deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a b**h I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the f** ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it, sh**
f** that, we did it
So what the f** is your idea b**h?
Come with it
Our sh** paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never fade off
Some f**ing how....
(Chorus x2)
We're spitting
(Live shows)
We're f**ing
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How'd it all happen?
(I don't know)
(Violent J)
I got some woods by my house
And they all mine
I'm about to put a gate up around them
And let loose a lion ya'll
Cause it would f** up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be licking my toes
When I be writing these rhymes
And I'm out my f**ing mind
b**hes sometimes damn
I just can't believe it when I be f**ing them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby a** humping them
Back in the day you b**hes never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your f**ing ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothaf**ing body know that they proud
How the f** am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the f**ing time I just front and stay breathless
And f** man somehow we get paid for this sh**
I bought my momma a crib and told her to quit
Some f**ing how...
(Chorus x2)
We're spitting
(Live shows)
We're f**ing
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How'd it all happen?
(I don't know)
Some f**ing how
On the real though
Some f**ing how...