[Talking]
Yea mane I tell you about these
Tampon gangsta a** n***as mane
Motherf**in' lice ...
Mane all you n***as eat dick mane
[Hook]
f** with me you f**in' with the best
And you also f**in' with the wrong one
I hit you with the millimeter gun
Get the millimeter gun blow out yo lungs
Like them old Italians, Mafia gangsta son
When you see me comin' better run for f**in cover
[Verse 1]
Don't get smacked in the face with a Louisville slugger
Crack yo whole cranium into fragments like a puzzle
On this c**aine hustle, rabid dog need a muzzler
Do you in and throw your f**in' carca**
To them damn buzzards
Cut yo tongue out yo mouth, have ya t-a-talk and stutter
Drag you b**hes to the river, get you muddy muthaf**er
Lord loc on this opiates and coke, don't provoke
Take a toke and blast a (?)-size hole in yo throat
Then I bury these n***as in back of a villa
PCP and paink**ers, put yo brain in da blender
[Bridge]
Mystic styles of me ancient mutilations
Cross my path, there's gonna be some complication
[Verse 2]
I'm a legend where I'm from, the n***a you want to become
When these words come up from lungs
I see you n***as turnin' on
Tennessee and Amityville, chainsaw ma**acre k**
When I feel a litte ill I go and pop me fifty pills
Or I drain a litte pain with some h**n in my veins
It may seem somewhat insane that I drink some pure c**aine
Lord Yoda, no soda, take a photo of my dojo
Hit you with the Han Solo in my Polo f**in' boots lolo
Murderers, Robbers, Dealers, k**ers
You want some comeback n***a
Put some nickle in ya ticker
This is the thrust that'll bust yo guts
And make you get up and do the f**in' memphis damn strut