[Intro: Fuzzy Jones] Well! It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth When it comes to my sound, which is di champion sound, believe! [Hook (Crooked I says "Slaughter" in the background)] Okay, Lamborghini Mercy,your chick, she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me Okay, Lamborghini Mercy,your chick, she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me [Fuzzy Jones singing while Crooked I says "Slaughter"] Well! It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth When it comes to my sound, which is di champion sound, believe! [Verse 1: Crooked I] We ain't showing no mercy n***a Thirsty k**er, Percy Miller Ask around n***a I'm 'bout it 'bout it Lost my mind I'm living fine without it Money on the trigger that's bread on your clique f** the world because you'll be dead on your dick Decapitate ya' like a backwards savage Come back to my village with your head on a stick p**y n***as that's the sh** I don't like 2 Glock 9's at the same damn time Jump off Joe said the n***a don't write on 106 and my n***a ain't lyin' Walk in the booth, get to talking the truth and then I cough in the booth When I draw then I shoot, sawed off in the douche You alter the group, too raw to compute Leave a soft n***a mute Make him call for a truce Then I hop in the coupe, on vodka and juice Just a boss on the loose Little mama's caboose, like a ox and a moose I got to seduce, I'mma hop in the cooch And toss her a deuce, peace sign Yes in Long Beach and I'm east side reppin' My n***as'll k** you before I reach my weapon Beneath my leave that's a .357 Pow pow this Slaughterhouse Shady records on my neck I'm cashin' out k**in' every beat then a negro exit that mean on every track I'm blackin' out I got 30 pages of rhymes in this muthaf**a!!!(hahaha) [Hook] [Fuzzy Jones singing while Crooked I says "Slaughter"]