[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm
Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that

Are you dead? Nah, $#&@ it, you don't have to say nothin'
Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin'
Hopsin go through that same %#@!

Aight, we gon' handle this

You want somethin' to eat?

Aight, I'll get you somethin' to eat
Or you might be eaten!


[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
^!$$%s in Sacramento don't want it with me
Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 5150

I bet a ^!$$% won't try me, I like to fry 'em up
Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'mma dye 'em up
I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy

And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami
^!$$%s attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable
I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo

(Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that
Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that
I'mma be huntin' they $$# back (Brrat-brrat!)

I'mma be somethin' to deal with, real %#@!
See the only way I eat is if I kill %#@!
Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em

Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em"

Told 'em not to $#&@ with us, ^!$$%


[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] (x2)
^!$$%s' about to get stabbed (Errr!)

^!$$%s' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
^!$$%s' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
^!$$%s' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)


[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this.. Ok


People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers
You think it's silly, not givin' a $#&@ until the psycho fires

When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?"
My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire
Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah

Happy Holidays, I'm f'ing Ebenezer-hah
Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder
But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah

Yeah, I heard what he said
He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead
Burnt a ^!$$%, serve him the curb then he bled

With Bourbon, I swerve to put his !@^%s into bed!
(Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you ^!$$%s gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me
'Bout to get your bodily stiff and the ought to be kissin' me $$# bad

That'll be sad because the ^!$$%'s about to get stabbed, jab!

Why do they persist, Lynch?

When they know that we'll kill 'em all

[Hook] (x2)


[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh

Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello)
Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with
Groupie ^!$$%s I run into every damn day! (Rampage)


I swear to God I hope I don't leave a ^!$$%s rib cracked
How the $#&@ did they find out where I live at?

Mother$#&@ers all up in my business every minute
When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat
Get back! Oh, %#@!, what the $#&@ did I get into?

No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude
Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move
Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through!

I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna to go hit up my ^!$$% Lynch
I'mma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me
I don't know if I'mma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide
I'mma start to devise a method of deadly weapons
No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected

Go step in the ring if you fools dare to
You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me cause you too scared to

(Aight, ey, hold up my, ^!$$%, ey) What's up, man
(You that ^!$$% Hop, right?) Yeah

(The white contacts and skating on a skateboard)
Ey, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?)
Nah, man, get outta my-, get the $#&@ out of my face, fool!

[Hook] (x2)