Outkast - Snappin' & Trappin' (featuring k**er Mike and J-Sweet) lyrics

[k**er Mike] Our sh** don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier a** n***as I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker This p**y wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a f**, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em n***a know I, FedEx my sh**, overnight express my sh** Deliver my hits quick, who next on my sh** list Banana n***as need to split Quit f**ing with this thorough Atlanta click This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific sh** tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthaf**in' verse and it's already a cla**ic(x2) k**er Mike n***a! [Hook x2] Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over k.b. baby won't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your muthaf**in mouth [Big Boi] My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top A n***a don't stop for squares or octagons prepare I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop n***a you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit' Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck n***a you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin' You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother f**in' your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate It's too late, 'cause you hate Punk p**y a** b**h, game over, who want some?! (Hook) [k**er Mike] Roll my blunts thick, like I like my b**h Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus [Big Boi] k**er Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about [k**er Mike] Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about But f** that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches [Big Boi] Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures We two of the dopest mic controllers Stack big bank, honey folders Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin' That's just what's happening [Hook] [J-Sweet] A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move you bombo Before me start trip Nuff a them a talk OutKast Nuff a them a trip Nuff a them come in like a b**h Whey wear slip A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris A OutKast me spar wid So boy nuh try dis If you dis boy shot knaw go miss Gun shot a go teck you just like fits Boy hear me song an' thought a remix Brand new tune platinum hits We nah gon' run and switch like no b**h OutKast, J-Sweet, k**er Mike