Yeah you know what it is It be the mane from the ville And best believe that I'm back I’ll never fold I keep it real mothafucka Got a chip on my shoulder and I can’t let it go I hate these lyin pussy rappers with a passion homie So it’s on a killin spree I’ll take my evil fangs And commence to get it buck We do our thing don’t try to test the click I see you snakes just keep on crawlin at my feet Claimin that you really bout it but I see it how it is Off in this game there ain’t no peace Out on the stang I'm slowly creepin in the woods A body hangs, another victim of the reaper Gimmie brains I need to eat Call a zombie if you need him 1-800-BringThePain I'm workin nights I'm servin fades by the cheap As I release I regulate against your preachin In your veins there circulates a certain creature Let it take you away There ain’t no meaning to your life Cause all you do is talk and run that lip But me I know you oh to well punk boy Truth is I don’t fuck with your kind Off in this holla I been beggin at the gates to the gods To give you nerve I need my fist to meet yo face with a pop Congratulations, you just won a brand new trip to the box Bang mothafucka shut the door and I'm out Gon right ahead and try to scream There’s no one here to save you now Cause in the underground the 615 don’t play, we on the pounce And you can run but you will never stop the reign Come bring it on fool I swear they said we was dead, fuck what you thought We drop it off in Tennessee we come correct Take caution Cause here in deep water you might choke Just like them hoes I left in Davy Jones locker And when it comes to rhymin On the dime I just deliver on the mic I'm like the pizza guy who smokes his bud witchya I'm hangin with the wizards drinkin witches blood liquor Reinventin different ways to spit this poison with a rythm That’s just how I'm livin So get the hell up out my face with that bullshit All I see is people runnin crazy but I'm cool trick Who’s this? Stupid little maggot lookin lost Gon and crawl back in your hole before I feed you to the dawgs Long slow days make me feel like breakin suckas down I'm bout my business fuck from round me with that circus clownin' I know you’re proud of what became of you but listen up Though I'm seein flaws within your range too, this ain’t a movie Y’all need to get off your pedestal wake up and smell the roses Ain't nothin special bout some rats, young busta Hit the paint and do some walking, this you couldn’t survive Just gimmie 5 minutes witchya that’s a promise, take a number Get in line and meet the butcher pay the price of the bet That’s what you get for livin life on the edge It’s all a lesson, fix ya problems Maybe then you’ll relieve a lil pressure The clock it ticks to armageddon