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