[Esoteric talking]
You mother$#&@ers
This is some murderous %#@! right here

It's the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
Don't try to pigeon hold me baby

You know the deal
About to black out on these mother$#&@ers
It's like this, hey yo


[Verse 1]
We don't #~!!@ foot around %#@!, we beat down %#@!

We ain't the cats that you wanna $#&@ around with
Straight up, like a jump off
you make my skin crawl like a snake

I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral $$#assin
I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
Cash and girls are what motivates me

A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety
I don't claim to be a thug
But that would mean a slug

For any !@$)go that's givin' or receivin' love
I keep a glove in my right hand
So when I murder wid the mic

they won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
You're in the fryin' pan
I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs

Ready to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouth
I'm not the one to dis
I'm fearless like Parker than the deer hunter is

No doubt

[Hook]

You thug it out, cut it out
You $#&@ around we gon' slug it out, club it out
You playin' games we gon' shut you out

So now you know what we about
Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt


[Talking]
Y'all mother$#&@ers is actin' real fake right
Ya man's land ain't even that man

You ain't livin' that life
You ain't ready for that man, fall back


[Verse 2]
(*##$ $$# rapper, fake act clapper
Can't $#&@ around with the underground jaw tapper

Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight
Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click

I'm to sick, to eat a dick
Ya can't get wid the words that I spit
I rip, can't stand none of this fake %#@!

This side of stupid weak %#@!, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clue

Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
I slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face off
First of all shake the hate off

Claimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate off
The truth is you can't afford to take a day off
You stay soft like my purple label face cloth

My dick you need to stay off
If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off


[Hook x2]