[Verse 1: GP]
Man this sh** is homicidal
This the type of verse that God ripped from the bible
Goddamn b**hes be waving at me like tidals
While their ex mans be saying that I'm an idol
I don't give a f** cause y'all know when it's pure
They trying to shut me out, I stuck my foot in the door
I'm lyrical to the core, they're calling me young Shakur
I'm out to k** the game without showing any remorse
n***as talk a lot of sh** but in the end
I could really care less if you f** with my tactics
Whether you like me or not you can kiss my a**
So they either say God bless or forgive this ba*tard
I'd rather use a fist than a handgun
While all you n***as walking around with a silver spoon
I been repping this since the womb, this is signature tune
I'm out to k** the game and get respect from these coons
[Hook: GP]
And all you n***as wanna ball
You motherf**ers say you want it all
Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Long time neglected, now its time to respect it
So witness the wrath of the Tempest
Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
[Verse 2: King Caexar]
Fool get caught behind the 8 ball like cues and pool sticks
Scenery thick with smell of booze and hubris, round here
Don't need to rent a Ron Jeremy flick to see a big dick (Uh)
Lyrically at a distance off the metric
Missing merits like lepers be missing digits
Screw the beggars, egotistical rhetoric
Embedded sour taste in your mouth like pure citric
Critics no where to be found like knees in Paralympics
n***a i'm heading east capitol bound, with the hunger of anorexics slumber with a couple of misfits
Plotting to murder fiends from all 13 districts
Spilling beans like clumsy teens at taco bell hmmph
Dim wits get it cracking like mistress whips
On the back of submissive pricks
Flow drips like Ellen DeGeneres lips around a pair of tits
[Hook: GP]
And all you n***as wanna ball
You motherf**ers say you want it all
Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Long time neglected, now its time to respect it
So witness the wrath of the Tempest
Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
[Verse 3: duhkidd]
Yeah, now this my old sh**
Beat box rhymes locked in the code sh**
Pull it out while I drive gotta focus
Cause she gonna s** on the man like a locust
Give a f** I'm the man, hope you noticed
The praying mantis, flow like a lotus flower bomb
(Boom!) battle for an hour long
Posted with a french b**h out in Avalon
She turned into a freak when the camera on
Say she love me cause I f** her like a vagabond
Gold member let me get my Austin powers on
Do this in my sleep got pajamas on
n***as trying to eat like it's Ramadan
But when it comes to that cheese I'm like papa john's
No for real I ain't playing with my Parmesan
Y'all phony y'all comic-con...yeah
[Hook: GP]
And all you n***as wanna ball
You motherf**ers say you want it all
Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Long time neglected, now its time to respect it
So witness the wrath of the Tempest
Down here we're like, don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!
[Outro: GP]
Ayo I bet you listening now ain't you?
I bet you listening now aren't you huh?
Like (Don't get caught behind the 8 ball!)
This is for every motherf**er that doubted
(Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! )
Every motherf**er that talk sh**
Every mother f**er that didn't want to believe
f** you! Eat a dick! (Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! )
Its all about Training Season n***a
(Don't get caught behind the 8 ball! )
f** this sh** im out n***a...
And yeah f** you Fat Albert, you f**ing fata**!