Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to camcorder
Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the 'Cutthroat'
I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws
My windpipe's attached to project ballers
You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little Shop of Horrors'
But 'Stone Cold' like Steve Austin
This trainin' course and y'all ain't fit
I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy
And I'm the street-talkin', dog-walkin'
Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an'
Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the Corn'
I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw water
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn?
My shit stink with every element from A to Z so what you think?
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out
My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard round town
Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw
Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin'
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
People's Champ, niggaz be takin' on competitors
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
That don't got a 'CLUE', prepare for 'Desert Storm'
I'm from the underground, my sound lift
Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking, etcetera
A little off the wall maybe, go, get a shrink
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds
With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Date raper with juvenile eighth graders
I scored 1.1 on my SAT
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
If you smell what Tical cookin'
Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
And still push a whip with a right and left AC
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it
My hand to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin'
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn
Hit the high school and 187 Caesar
Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it
You yell, "Turn the heat down"
Wait later, will make front page paper
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it
You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin'
I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out
Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
On my crew tombstone put, we all ain't shit
The most slept on since Rip Van Wink
The shit list ready, who next to scratch off?
Gun down at sundown, you keep score
With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's
Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor
Approach me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin'
When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres
Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it
'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin'
Street life is triflin', body over here
Get up, stand up, back up, push up
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
And chances of y'all leavin'? 'Round now
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, alright then
