writer: T. Wright producer: A. Major Productions all tracks recorded & mixed by: Thomas Wright at Greenhouse Studio graphic art by: Thomas Wright at Greenhouse Studio all rights reserved

[intro] Man, y'all can do whatever you want, but I ain't going over there. Y'all are out of your fucking mind. That dude's crazy! I'm telling you, you go over there, you're fucking with the wrong dude. Fo real! [verse 1] You mother fuckers don't know me. They call me the master of puppets 'cause I'll pull a few strings and have you stabbed in your stomach and while you're in the hospital and your blood pressure plummets, I'll be at home getting higher than the Everest summit. So, come and test me if you wanna, but be ready because my aim is steady and just know my tool spits thunder. My crew will slice your body up like a stick of butter. Spread your parts around random Vegas dumpsters while your family's on the news crying, putting out missing flyers, still hoping you'll return, but I know that you've expired. Man, I ain't got nothing to lose and neither does my crew. I lay it all on the line to be sure our points are proved. [chorus] So, listen to me, man. You're fucking with the wrong dude. I promise you that you're fucking with the wrong crew. If you wanna get down, show up in my town, ask anybody around. Bitch, you're fucking with the wrong dude. I always hold it down. You're fucking with the wrong dude. I never back down. You're fucking with the wrong crew. So, if you wanna fuck around. You're fucking with the wrong dude. Fucking with the wrong dude? You're Fucking with the wrong dude. [bridge background] Don't fuck with me. (x8) [bridge] This is your last chance, man. I'm warning you... Don't go in there! He's off his fucking rocker. I mean, you don't know what he's doing in there. I mean, look at that house he's in. Sketchy! [verse 2] You're damn right! I'm out the fucking trailer park, straight white trash. Getting rid of weight fast like gastric bypass. But, fed's can't seem to find me or fathom where I'm at 'cause I stay on their blind side like an eye patch. So, if you see them po's whistle, then muffle your lips or you'll end up in a Motel 6 like Buffalo Jim. Just be aware, Mob corruption still exists. Just look where we stay, man. This city's built on this shit. That's why underneath my shirt I got a .40 cal, so if you got problems then I can sort them out. I'll pull the tool, let the led start pouring out and dispose of your body like an aborted child. [chorus] x2 [bridge background] [outro] See, I told you guys! Didn't I tell you? You shouldn't have went over there. You shouldn't have fucked with him. But, now look at y'all! I guess that's what you get for fucking with the wrong dude, huh?