[Esoteric talking]
You motherf**ers
This is some murderous sh** right here
It's the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
Don't try to pigeon hole me baby
You know the deal
About to black out on these motherf**ers
It's like this, hey yo
[Verse:]
We don't p**y foot around sh**, we beat down sh**
We ain't the type of cats that you wanna f** around with
Straight up, like a jump ball
You make my skin crawl, like a snake
I hold my weight, like Triple H, the cerebral a**a**in
I beat you, defeat you wid the pa**ion
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 f*ggo 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 slap the jaws off ya mouth
I'm not the one to diss
I'm fearless like Walken in the Deer Hunter is
No doubt
[Hook:]
You thug it out, we cut it out
You f** 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 motherf**ers is actin' real fake right
Ya man's man ain't even that man
You ain't livin' that life
You ain't ready for that man, fall back
[Verse 2:]
b**h a** rapper, fake act clapper
Can't f** 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 sh**
This side of stupid weak sh**, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury, No you walk Newbury
While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get stabbed, 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 plate that 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