[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't wanna f** with me (x4)
Luciano!
[Verse 1: Julius]
If a n***a look into my
Head you will see that my screws are missing
I dont give a damn, got my tool to fix sh**
When I say tool that's euphemistic
For the ruger, I'm not tryna confuse you nitwits
We can get on some pugilist sh**
Or feud with biscuits, you can pick it
If you wanna shoot terrific
I dont usually miss with the Uzi, but you can risk it
You're dealing with a top notch professional
Choppin' necks is my profesion now
I confess my style, rockin extra foul
n***as wanna get rid of me I can question how
Y'all dudes ain't hot ya less than mild
I suggest ya try to shut ya mouth
If I hear a consonant or vowel
Then I get to pulling out my chopper, wet cha BLAOW!
Yea, me and the Glock are best of pals
You can rock a vest but even Ron Artest
Cannot contest my shine under my T
Is the MAC in fact I'll Rocket just like Yao
Yea, I spit crack raw dope
Put an end to n***as with this cat draws close
I ain't tryna give you a minute to chat nah yo
I let the gat talk BRAP! n***a that's all folks!
Kenny Siegel!
[Verse 2: Kenny]
Y'all muthaf**as know that Kenny carry a weapon
That'll teach you n***as who test me a lesson
Ya sets finna lessen, no jestin'
I'll be up in a n***as home nestin'
He come back, raise my arm like I got a question
That's when I blast clips, put em in the casket
Hit em with the ratchet, hit em like a jab and
Stick em like a cactus, peel a couple caps and the
ba*tards'll backflip, flip em like a mattress
I'll make a n***a need some stitches in them light jeans
Hit em with a knife (?) n***a might sleep
Young villian I be k**in em with my ink
Spillin on a white sheet, put em under white sheets
I'm a vulture with the coldest spit
For those who trip I hold them clips (I keep steel)
Like a motionless, close ya lip
The chrome will spit, ya blown to bits (when he spill)
Who can pa** me, this k**er is crafty
This belligerent and militant n***a is nasty
Catch a n***a grillin thats when I'm peelin the MAC heat
Fold that muthaf**a quick as the hem on my khakis
When this n***a administer sentences
I'm sinister when I'm spittin raps, n***as be tremblin
I'm venomous with a pen and pad, k**in my nemesis
Even k**in' the innocent diminishes n***as in a bad mood
Demetrius Capone!
[Verse 3: Demetrius]
The Beretta wet a competitor sweater up
Never f**, with a predator, n***as better hide
Better duck, nevermind
I'm a Decepticon and Megatron'll find n***as every time
I eat competitors with every line, cause I read his mind
And served his freestyle ahead of time
Before the n***a ever said a line, then I infrared his mind
I dot n***as like the letter "i"
See y'all on that feminine sh**
I'm a n***a on that criminal sh**, b**h n***as'll flip
My spit is ridiculous, sicker than syphilis
Slip in the clip and I'm ripping ya ligament quicker than lickety split!
This menacing and venomous n***a
Been infamous since the beginning of Genesis, k**in n***as with sentences
The wickedest lyricist on the premises
With villainous flows, even k**ing innocent witnesses
If you a cop, I'm k**ing ya
From any block, n***a from here to La Cienega
I'm sendin ya shots, to get rid of the opposition
When I'm rippin the Glock, to get rid of the competition
I listen to Ambitionz Az A Ridah
Then the spirit of 'Pac enter me, then I got to hit em up
I don't, give a, f**, you're not familiar
With the mafia, my n***as is la familia (n***a what?!)
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Crooked I]
Wait for it...
Uh, I'm a predator and a goon
With a MAC-11 and Tec, I'm better than you a**ume
Leave skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon
My weapon big enough to k** the elephant in the room
You irrelevant, you failin' in your development
And element and I was intelligent in the womb
Excellin in the cocoon, with a extra digestive system For all competitors I CONSUME!
Shoulda played the role of Cobain;
Suicide, tried to blow your own brain
Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap
Like you tried to blow your own brains
You can die, Duke and I, nukin my enemies like Kim Jong-il
Head huntin and pushin that red bu*ton so much
Even Dick Cheney and Bush like "Chill, dawg chill!"
Naw, I'm the real raw deal
I was built off sk**, I'mma still draw steel
I'mma deal y'all still, I'll fulfill y'all will
I dont feel y'all real, on the real dawg KNEEL!
You could burn with Satan, no lie
Today's Friday, the day you gon' fry
Brr POW, CHICK-CHICK-CRAOW!
Those sound effects for the way you gon' die! (bye!)
You don't wanna f** with me...