[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
b**h, you can straight up eat a mothaf**in' dick! I'm lookin' at the
Mothaf**in' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody k**a...and that
Mothaf**in' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothaf**in' hatchet on
The daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up
Props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)
[Verse 1: Blaze]
Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothaf**a named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page
When I'm jackin', I got a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'alls wanna f** with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin' yo a**, b**h I ain't goin' out
All you s**as, ain't nobody showin' out
n***as wanna set trip, try and talk sh**
Cold co*k yo' a** and leave you with yo' wigsplit
Goin' off on any b**h like that, with a gat
That's pointed at yo' dome! So give it up s**a
I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthaf**a!!"
He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
Crook throwaway is a mothaf**in' tool
Don't make me act a mothaf**in' fool
Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily
And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood represent me
Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T
b**h, you can't f** with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck
Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as f**
Mashin' on you b**hes, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothaf**a, comin' straight outta Detroit
(Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!)
[Verse 2: Anybody k**a]
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody k**a
Every b**h I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
I'm a thug muthaf**a, and you know this
But you playa hatin' b**hes better never ever show this
I don't give a f**, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screamin' "f** the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it
Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a muthaf**a in a minute
For some hood rat p**y and go up in it
So if you at a show, in the front row
I'ma call you a b**h if yo' a** ain't a juggalo
b**hes gettin' mad, b**hes ain't sh**
b**hes and hoes can eat a muthaf**in' dick
I'm a crazy muthaf**a from the streets
With them thug a** lyrics and them thug a** beats
Anybody controls the automatic
So any punk muthaf**a that start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
b**h, I'm a muthaf**in' villain
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the k**in'
Creepin' up without a clue
And once you in the scope, yo' a** is through
So b**h, you better get a grip
Cuz Anybody k**a's on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Detroit!
(J is his name and the boy's comin')
[Verse 3: Violent J]
Straight outta Detroit!
Is it nut that I'm cut, like whut?
And make your sister eat bu*t
Dangerous a thug claimin' Southwest
I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest
See I don't give a f**, that's the problem
I see a muthaf**in' cop, I'ma stop him
Play it smart and ask for directions
And then shank him in the f**in' midsection
To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac
I don't know where the f** I'm goin' or where the f** I'm at
I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
So I can get high and f** this b**h next to me
Ruthless... is the label that's floppin'
But the hatchetman be choppin'
Cuz it really don't matter bout me
It's all Anybody k**a and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
Cuz an axe just severed yo' head
And what about the b**h that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
This be an autobiography
Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother
And slap your brother
Straight outta Detroit!
[Outro]
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"