That's word, I'm not the herb
They just keep on killing and killing
So it's the first thing you must learn
Over night, God schedules, fed ex
Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totaled it, will shot fear effects
They sort of develop a taste for blood
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Come and have a good time with G O D
Too hot to handle one thought scramblin' the mandolin
My God so they are killers
He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Shake that body, party that body
What we do, depends on breath control
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Men marryin' men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
Check, checkmate props like the micro chip founder
It's all the same after all, they can only hang you once
Son triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cyclin'
It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
Yeah, that's right, they kill one man or kill ten
Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now
Priceless rolls, lay around the God, get tangled
Wu 'binos to latinos, we bust Selena
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
When we hug these mics we get busy
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle
Eatin' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Fortunately it's easy, you'll soon learn
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
My God so they are killers
Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty low down
Livin' off land you god damn right, I fuck, fans king me
Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Understand what I'm sayin', sayin', sayin'
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Don't fuck with Ghost ,you'll feel sorry
Yo, kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when
Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
