Esoteric talking
You motherfuckers
This is some murderous shit right here
It's the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
Don't try to pigeon hold me baby
You know the deal
About to black out on these motherfuckers
It's like this, hey yo

Verse 1
We don't pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
We ain't the type of cats that you
wanna fuck around with
Straight up, like a jump ball
you make my skin crawl, like a snake
I hold my weight, like Triple H,
the cerebral assassin
I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
Cash and girls are what motivates me
A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety
I don't claim to be a thug
But that would mean a slug
For any faggo that's givin' or receivin' love
I keep a glove in my right hand
So when I murder wid the mic
they won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
You're in the fryin' pan
I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs
Ready to go out, and slap the jaws off ya mouth
I'm not the one to diss
I'm fearless like Walken in the deer hunter is
No doubt

Hook
You thug it out, we cut it out
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/jEfYou fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out
You playin' games we gon' shut you out
So now you know what we about
Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt

Talking
Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right
Ya man's man ain't even that man
You ain't livin' that life
You ain't ready for that man, fall back

Verse 2
Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
Can't fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight
Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click
I'm to sick, to eat a dick
Ya can't get wid the words that I spit
I rip, can't stand none of this fake shit
This side of stupid weak shit, you a
baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave
you get stabbed, not a clue
Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
I slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face off
First of all shake the hate off
Claimin' that you paid when it's
my plate that you ate off
The truth is you can't afford to take a day off
You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
My dick you need to stay off
If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off

Hook x2