(Verse 1: Craig Xen)
See these n***as in the game they don't like Xen
[?] and they fightin'
They be like, man, "who the f** did that?"
All these underground n***as worse nightmare
On the top, not the bottom ain't that a b**h
Craig Xen independent I don't need a clique
Pen penetrate the paper like I flip a b**h
I refuse to take orders from a mortal man
You feel me?
f** a collect (Woo!)
Manic depressed (Woo!)
Crunch with the blastin'
Tell you the truth you got told with the pistol
[?]
k** em', k** em' with the syllables
In the middle of a centerfold
Take your b**h, break your b**h
Imma piece that sh** into a pot of gold
(Interlude: Craig Xen and CaptainCrunch)
Young Xen, young young Xen
n***a don't f** with him, (Oh no!)
Oh lord no, it's best you don't f** with him
He's the son of a pimp
n***a don't f** with him
Oh no no, it's best you don't f** with him
(Verse 2: Craig Xen)
I'm the son of a pimp, lil' b**h boy
Yeah I'm [?], baby [?] in the 5th Ward
f** sh**, I'm getting paid, what I'm made for
See, you playin' for that p**y, that I flipped boy
You a rookie in the game, I'm a vet dawg
Got stripes, got stars, got scars
I'm a war toy, warlord, black heart
All black, I'll still outshine y'all
Got your b**h on my line, Imma phone her
Talk about the line up at the motel
Six
s**in' on the stick of a limp dick trick
Imma send her back when I get finished
Number phone though
Talk about the line up at the motel
Six
s**in' on the stick of a limp dick trick
Imma send her back when I get my bank roll
b**h
(Interlude 2: Craig Xen and CaptainCrunch)
Young young Xen
He's the son of a pimp
Oh oh no
It's best you don't f** with him
Young Craig Xen
He's the son of a pimp
(Verse 3: Craig Xen)
Lil' Xen and [?] told you the whole sh**
Hardcore, underground overlord b**h
n***a put me for a show, and a tour quick
Come through, s** blood in a mosh pit
This hardcore sh**, I wasn't born with
All this sh** I had seen, I grew up with
I'm a motherf**in' beast, make a b**h live
Now they let me off the leash, I erupted
Crush sh**
f** sh** up in the [?]
Book sh** boy, enough sh** if you auction
Hit a n***a hard enough he doin' front flips
Then I stomped the motherf**er til' his skull split
And I heave the remains for my young pimps
Feast on the brains and intestines
Sit back and I laugh on the flesh rip
Think twice before you trust Craig Xen b**h, n***a