[Verse 1]
I'm a Uzi with a clip that look like full length movies
I got that toolie for them n***as that be tryna do me
You the sh**? You n***as booty, all you dudes confuse me
You don't like it? Well excuse me, s** a dick and sue me
I'm like a AK-47 yeah b**h I'm a weapon
Boy that trigger I be flexin, better get to steppin
Aye, I'm the best up in my section pardon my reflection
But I came to spit correction to these rappers tryna to test
[Hook]
And I got something for you f*ggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo a** up off the map and motherf** yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these n***as like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, k** in k**er fashion
f** the static, co*k it back, and then there's something tragic
Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic
[Verse 2]
Just like Tech N9ne I got the best rhyme
So when you under stressed time ain't no sweat I'm
That n***a that be so prime when I flex mine
You in cardiac arrest like you committing chest crimes
Now who got that M16, MC k**in machine
Hidden under smokescreens like a f**in marine
Put that lead in ya head ain't no need for a med
The infrared left him dead is what the paramedic said
I'm better with barrettas to you b**hes I'm leather
Way too hard, leave you scarred, a G is not yo type of letter
Get you trendsetters altogether come and join the weather
Bullet rain get you wetter than a p**y f**ed forever
Come and get this Mac 11 take it for a spin
Tryna show me what's within but my patience runnin thin
With you f** n***as, duck n***a, motherf** yo kin
I got a clip and some juice mixed with a little gin
[Hook]
So I got something for you f*ggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo a** up off the map and motherf** yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these n***as like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, k** in k**er fashion
f** the static, co*k it back, and then there's something tragic
Got a gat up in my raps, semi-automatic
[Interlude]
Jo that n***a like *gun sounds* x3
Uh
[Verse 3]
If you n***as think that's crazy let me switch off the safety
I'm screamin f** you b**hes pay me and I'll show you my .380
To put it plainly, you all babies, b**h them giants done raised me
All you ladies never phase me b**h I'll bust you while I'm swayze
Now we dead locked no feds, cops, just headshots
Hopin that that lead stops put yo a** to bed boxed
I'm slicker than a red fox, know this boy spread Glocks
Slugs like a French pot, leave yo a** pregged, knocked
Clips to the tip who spit sicker than this?
Or quicker than piss? It's equally sick if I miss
f** your clique or who you stick with, New Mill up in this b**h
Swala till I'm dismissed, spittin till I click click
[Hook]
I got something for you f*ggots that be acting savage
Wipe yo a** up off the map and motherf** yo atlas
You be moving I be shooting like it's target practice
Treat these n***as like a salad how I split yo cabbage
How I sound when I be rapping just be triggers clapping
Hammers blasting at yo captain, k** in k**er fashion
f** the static, co*k it back, and then there's something tragic
How I spit it to the limit fully automatic x2
[Outro]
Not talkin about guns my n***a
It's just how I sound when I'm rappin
Everytime you put headphones on, it's like putting two Glocks to your brain
As soon as you press play I'm infiltrating your head
Full penetration to you hoe n***as
Yeah
New Mill