T-Rock - That'll Work (Wanna Get Some Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1] Your house of representatives, I lay down when clashing Pulverizing player haters, this is my pa**ion Chopping competition like a lawn-mower when thrashing My weapons laying n***as flat like OD's of aspirin Murder b**hes in the bed, strapped up with magnum Semen is the weapon and I co*k, aim, and blast them After p**y pleasure, like a zip-lock, I trash them Dispose of my affection when another n***a stab them Down for the cause, seeing "Triple b**hes" fall Headbussaz getting mauled, who the f** you gonna call No apologies, can't demolish me, this atrocity Predicted by Nostradamous, and cla**ical astrology Devils go to hell, murdered dead in ATL I'm the prick you built your church on, no way you will prevail The beam from the tone, guillotine, n***as' domes Should've calculated game, no running when it's on [Chorus] You boys wanna get it on, that'll work It ain't no love being shown, that'll work Cause we'll jack you for your stones that you worth And when we get to cracking domes, that'll work Lemme hit that weed, that'll work n***a hit that drank, that'll work n***a move them seeds, that'll work Take them out that dank, that'll work Come ride with me, that'll work High-side with me, that'll work Get high with me, that'll work Smoke tai with me, that'll work [Verse 2] Another b**h I murder, blow away, Lord Sniff-a-Mous That moving script-Montana b**h was never dangerous n***as get fedi, and I'm ready, with machetes Pull a drive-by, and ball off, like Mario Andretti (Brr-uck-em) You diss on radio, I come with street polluted tactics An automatic, hot as acid, when I pull and blast it Your static left you dead, where you stand, f** a casket A casualty n***a relaxing on his air-mattress You hataz slower, know a Tech war is my profession Do quiet n***as do more damage, when they bring aggression I stayed in silency and thuggery, and learned a lesson My smiff-n-wessen run the show, in streets of Armageddon Another crazy b**h is braver, dingy sh** is smelling And Over-6 b**hes, I split it over 50 melons After the heat, my enemies repeat to be deceased How could you b**hes be elite, your strip in rip in pieces [Chorus] [Verse 3] A little static ain't a problem Animalistic like a savage, when I rob them Wretches get blown out they shoes, and we grown men Millimeter chrome is the tool in the lion's den I slayed in pieces, check this man, I'm glad as f** I'm gone, whack rappers on Posse songs f**ing up my shine, trying to let the truth be known Everybody left the 6, and now they sick The click that I'm with is the sh**, and we gone murder you (ha ha) I done showed hella love, I done earned a million dubs I done blasted at your enemies and left them in the mud But you tried to cut my throat, pulling out stuff to keep from broke b**hes tried to keep my royalties, to build and share coke You the n***a in the thong, that you mentioned in the song Talking in 3rd person about yourself, you got it wrong Ain't no refuge, n***as cracking up like test-tubes For the next move, Juicy J'll get his flesh blew [Chorus] [T-Rock] Huh, you motherf**ers must've not knew who you was messing with or something? I guess they though T-Rock was gonna fall like a b**h But guess what n***a you ain't never f**ed with a n***a like me And when you f** with me, I'm at you [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] T-Rock man, what the f** man, uh.. Damn man, my little bitty arm and sh** [T-Rock] Yea I know why that motherf**er so small Cause you've been sticking that motherf**er up Juicy J a** You bunch of gay motherf**ers f** Three Six n***a, you can't f** with A-Town Thoroughbred, College Park, Area 51 Terrorists n***a This is TBK on mine, Triple b**h k**a So f** a small arm a** n***a like you And f** that gay a** n***a Juicy J You the b**hiest n***a out the motherf**ers You weak a** ba*tards f** you n***a, go s** somebody else's dick Cause I ain't with that sh**