Lyrics
V: it’s ya boy, see me curbstomp rappers for the f*** of it/ …used to trust a lot of homeys, now I’m on some other sh** / …any try and cook me gettin’ smothered with the oven mitt, I don’t know how to love em but I sure know how to f*** a b*** / ..…(hold up, I’m comin’ to close up) I been ten years lookin’ for trouble with no luck/ so I rose to the matter, to scatter the smoke, buzzed, I sat with a notepad and wrote with my own blood/ ….cold f*** er with a rifle for a backbone, mic full of crack, smack, ricin, and tabasco/ only way to touch my sh** is fingering my asshole, all them rap singers getting’ injured with the lasso/ b*** made…. Yea your favorite rapper hates you/ …guess you gotta find some other sh** to masturbate to/ …talk about my family, boy I’ll see you when I sway through/ got a private place up in the forest I’ma take you/ follow…
Chorus: …oh, here he is, why so serious? …smile for me kid or get your eye’s closed, period/ …Gimp back up in this, 5-4-3-2-1, son you better hope that I-don’t-see-you/
V: …seems a lot of whiny b*** es feelin’ left out/ party over here, y’all poutin’ in the next house/ you see, I got a style in which even some of the best doubt/ but challenge me, I’ll slaughter you and knock the f*** in’ ref out/ … …yes sir, be ready to get served, cuz anybody who perch on my turf’s a dead bird/ 3 horsemen came and asked me to ride, I said, word/ now we comin’ for your heads and webs to tread dirt/ boy you’d better show some f*** in’ respect, you got jokes/ got close, realized you were rollin’ in hot coals/ and started poppin’ some personal sh** cuz you’re not dope/ and couldn’t come at me hard with a bar, so it’s dropped soap/ I’ll f*** you…hungry for it now I been fed it/ I’m like wolf in a chicken coop, and you cowards are sweatin’/ don’t even bother…this ain’t even beef, like I’m beatin’ on a deaf retarded geek with his own sneaker to keep em off me/
Chorus: …oh, here he is, why so serious? …smile for me kid or get your eye’s closed, period/ …Gimp back up in this, 5-4-3-2-1, son you better hope that I-don’t-see-you/
V: I love it when I hear em criticize me…. you don’t like my sh** ? Then shut it off, quit blowin’ my f*** in high, ease up/.... I created this hype so there must be somethin’ to it… I face the mic and leave this motherf*** er up in ruins/ …if you don’t like my style, it’s cool though… I gotta respect it, it’s your opinion, and I got my own, so kudos/ …all I ask is don’t come at me goofy with your plutos tryin’ to bite me, trust me puppy, all my dogs are f*** in’ Cujo/ …wanna make a move, then make it soon, I’m stuck in battle mode/ …I could smash you playin’ scrabble, rappin’? think how that’ll go/ …careful who you trash, you wouldn’t wanna scratch your fragile flow, you haters ridin’ on a bumpy road and better travel slow/ ...I’m at the top of my game, and you ain’t scarin’ me/ …say my f*** in’ name and I’ll roast you, that’s a guarantee/ murk me, but once we on beef, there’s no mercy… said he wasn’t feelin’ my flow, he’ll go thirsty/
