Violent J - Str8 Outta Detroit lyrics

[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!"