(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne]
Uhh, straight off the bat
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq

And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack 'em
And snap back and battle my own shadow 'cause y'all wack
And all that bull%#@! ya talkin' startin' to get funky

Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies
Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a (*##$ a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come around here with that playin' boy
I'll shoot this muther$#&@er till I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy

This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down

You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I suc-ceed
Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes

So I'ma spit in ya face
Kevin


[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
Singin' ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)

Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)

Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'ma spit in your face)


[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place

Bow ya home, how ya gon'
$#&@ with me if I ain't $#&@in' around
Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin' the ground

(*##$ ^!$$% I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy

I'll destroy who ya employ
I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do backwards, I'ma Swisher man

Eight in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaah, You guys is (*##$es, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya #~!!@ pearl

Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try that black medal

Turn yo muther$#&@in' flowers to feathers now fly to Heaven
Kevin!


[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne]

And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively !@$!ed or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack

I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it, muther$#&@er I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang yo' $$# from the moon
'Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon

Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us

We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives
Yeah


So I'ma spit in your face
Yeah, I'ma, so I'ma spit in your face, yeeah


[Chorus]