[Verse 1: Jus Allah] You mother-f**ers bow to Jus Allah just like now Put a lot of gra** in my mouth just like cows f** a lot of gals. Your b**h is Shallow Hal's Your dick stays drier than [?] My dick scrapes the ground like trucks with snow ploughs I only like riding in p**y with low miles Only like diving in p**y with no styles And the b**hes who will give up the goodies with no trials Hanging in the spot where the hoes and d** is Never talking to the judge in the halls of justice True God never puts nothing above his [?] never rises over above six Understand it all happens as planned You f**ing f*ggots: Allah's most savagest man I never trip; my third eye faster than hands And the mathematic schematics that I practice is banned [Verse 2: Bomshot] Commercial rap took all our loot so now we're smuggling d** I'll [?] their mugs so they're reduced to a puddle of blood It's plain to explain: I'mma drain your veins Bring the pain till you're nothing but stains and remains I'm not your ordinary dude; watch me run the tools I'll make a f**ing bloody pool out of your Sunday school If I'm going to Hell, then f** it: God damn me In the mean time, you got drama? I'mma bring it to your family Y'all mother-f**ers just s** and what When I see you, that's my word: I'mma f** you up What you looking at, b**h? I'll stab you in the eye Torture you so bad, you'll be glad to die Light a flame to your mummified rags: it'll burn fast With one nut, I gave Cleopatra a s**m bath You've been jinxed. Your head turns little when it shrinks With one guess, I solved the f**ing riddle of the sphinx [Verse 3: Rip Shop] You cats fugazi. Crap catch Usually doing they raps with a splash of Jay-Z [?] Curtis Jackson and big beat. 300 degrees is cool You come with the media too And the media [?] who mislead the peoples is fools Either prove you the truth or get beat by some dudes You are street with Adidas and boots Then get your chick boned and Rip fold her over My big dick'll show her I'm as freaky as Luke [?] n***as for doe cause I'm needing some loot He who recoup get re-robbed; run that sh** f** being a comeback kid Even dumber is believing you can f** with this one black fist Duck: I got another I can come back with They'll be like "whatever happened to the one wack kid?"