in the game no name Shot past I know it hurts Of course I deserve to be where I am When I come from where I come And I don't mind being assessed But
you rhymin I give the atonement like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse
a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice
for the fuck of it Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey ass Mitchell Heights, B-V-
when I aim at the miscellaneous Ask me ask ask why why I'm the strangest Because Nobody ever wanted me rappin' But I knew within me I could make it happen
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that Yo, I never brag, how
pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P. I don't own the club boo I'm just showing love true But every time I see ya face I
I can bust you out with my super sperm I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it , do it An I'm here an I'm there I'm big bang hank, I'm everywhere
and Moe [Turk] I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin' I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin' Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear I
nigga claiming that 17th nigga I heard that nigga B.G. claiming V.L. nigga (That nigga Turk claiming that T.C. too) (But I ain't mad at y'all for what
nigga, I gotta let the pistol go Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on I roll with niggas, that
to blow your mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula It's rough
for me to blow your mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula It
, play my rhyme backwards You can hear the Devil Speak his mind with fine graphics Things get drastic, Express for my plastic I pack clips, between my nuts and my
I got my chicks lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna choose I got my guns lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna use I got my, Louis Vuitton on, pumpin', that mind
C is for your cockwich that I squash beneath my shoe While I watch you wiggle, and I laugh at you (ha ha) D is for my dildo that you will learn to blow E is for your enema, I control the flow F is for my flogger, I
I signed my deal Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up I'm all about this
me *They do* they Vacuum, Vacuum blow my speakers volume on one-hundred *woah* I'm T.T.U my reapers blue I looked down at the sky *I do* No parachute
