[Intro: Bizarre]
Yo, Big T, Bizarre
Midwest n***as, I don't give a f**
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
George “The Animal” Steele mixed with Buffalo Bill
Nine concealed, I'm ready to die for real
Everybody, on Earth can get wet
Sixteen Vicodin, fourteen Percocet
Bad, yeah, spot it I get him
Doctors, nurses, hospitals gotta admit it
I beat a b**h down worser than Chris Brown
Move the car into Illinois, how y'all with trey pounds?
Loud sounds, AKs start to click
(Pow, pow) Somebody got they a** hit
Roll kush blunts, got me elevated
January 15th, we still celebratin'
Guns and ammo, I got a lot of toys
A f**in' lunatic, I shoot my own boy
I pull that thang, put two in your brain
Yo Big T (Yo), my boy James remains (Biz), f** it
[Verse 2: Big T]
I lost my mind long time ago
Not when I got shot, long time befo'
So I sleep alongside a fo'
With potato on the belt when they think Idaho
They pull my card, I'd have known
Shuffle n***as' decks, which way I'd a roll
Masked up, make a lot of soul, [?], so I ain't liable
[?] made a giant [?], fire hit him anyway he try to go
Beatin' me is like Big Baby gone rogue
[?] lane try to sco'
f**in' slow, what else do you wanna know?
I got no love for a f**in' hoe
Kick rocks b**h, with your new boy drop kick, baby thrown in a mosh pit
[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]
Constantly sh**tin' on n***as, and I'ma pee on hoes
They know lyrically, I keep a diary of flow
And I'm exposin' you hoes like a picture
You b**h n***as be usin' bra** knuckles for dentures
I don't call her, aim at their brains like a zombie
With a stainless steel and deranged army
I don't accept sorry, your b**h be grabbin' on this dick like an Atari joystick
A p**y as wide as a garage with five SUVs in it
n***as mistake me like mirages till the beef's ended
They love smilin' in your face on some fake sh**
All in their necks n***as dick, and they love tastin' it
I just wanna [?], the [?] on my outro
My vehicle is laced with duct tape and a [?]
I drive around the city as crooked as [?]
Bust in yo' crib and blow your chest through the backdoor
This ain't checkers b**h, this chess, you did not know?
I check yo' mate and slap the snot outta nostril
I'm pullin' your card hoes, motherf** that Benedict Arnold
n***as scared to come around and get bombed on
Remain frightened, like a popped condom inside of the vagina of a prostitute, dyin' from the common cold
Quick to unload on n***as in an instant
That goes for anybody that's ridin' on that b**h sh**, f** you
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
Much love, I give ‘em pounds and hugs
When you walk away I hit you in the back with a slug
Your main b**h is on my nuts, lookin' horny as f**
Without wrestlin', she said she need my cobra to clutch
On the roll with the .44 I'm packin' on the bus
Baggin' up a bunch of bullets like I'm packin' for a lunch
Packin' a punch, I'm Runyon Ave bred, get your mind right
Or get it blown to the back of your head, now in hindsight
Shouldn't have never tested him, blessed with a curse
Dressed in all black like I'm grippin' a hearse, a clever specimen
Captain of my regimen, take me to court
And we can settle out of court for nine mill is what settlement
f** you, the system, and anyone who be lyin' up
Push your moms off the ladder of a movin' firetruck
We the rawest, sniffin' ‘caine, puffin' trees
And some [?] and the fedora, I'm grippin' the stolen [?]
Blaze somethin' up, pa** the Hennesey or get your mouth split
And your pops beat up out his bu*ton up
We be clubbin' like Ice Cube, and get you jumped by a bunch of white dudes, stomped out with some spiked boots (f** you dude)