[Verse 1]      I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble   Packin a Smith & Wesson         Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin      You can tell that I'm evil   By the arch in my eye bra      But I aint got no pitchfork         I stick niggaz with this sawed-off   Clear your porch         Hit the floor, duck behind your couch      If I don't hear enough screamin       I'm burning down your house      Apocolypse the barbarian   I kill humanitarians         Pillage your village      Slaughter your children      And rape your women            [Verse 2]      Bustin through that door like dun da dun da      Bitches hit the floor on the double      Bust off a couple      Rounds and let it bubble         In your belly   Bullets dipped in formaldehyde      So when they hit you      You embalmed and ready      To get carried      Buried up in your grave      Trust me, I'm that deadly      Just test me if you brave      Eklypse I stay sick      Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch      Kill a bitch nigga quick      And run a train on his bitch nigga            [Verse 3]      I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips      I got metal muscle with silent tips      And pistol grips give violent trips      First I'm cool with you      Then I'm not   When you run up on me I pop pistols         Gun up on me it's all official      I'm chewin bone grissels      Your family gonna miss you      Do away done with you      You should of had a gun with you      I got pistols      You know cookin utensils      That shit that'll make your skin bubble      Fuckin with these plague niggaz      You gotsta know you in trouble               [Chorus]   Trouble (repeat 8 times)               [Verse 4]   I keeps it real thats the deal      Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield      I makes a full course dinner       Out of roadkill      Pops some pills      Smoke some sherms         Drunk as fuck   Rollin up a blunt      When I get through smokin it      I'm comin to your house nigga      What's for breakfast   Kickin in your door          At 3:47 in the morning         Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong   I got my ?? yawnin   Hear comes trouble         Hell's angel, some niggaz call me spawn            [Verse 5]      Shit I'm off that ??? again      Ready to load the pump again      Soon as I put somethin in      See i'ma aim it at your chin      Blame it on your friend      Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man      I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can         Arachnaphobia, I'm the sniper man   Doom to put 'em in the pan      Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can      Man I'm first, you last to land   Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic         Tephlon bullets they crash and land   Nigga I'm double time         You in trouble time      I'm a bubble mine            [Verse 6]      I'm titani and scandalous      I do random hits      Load up all my extra clips      And lets go handle this shit      Trouble is what we lookin fo   Kick in that fuckin door         Put a gag up on that hoe      Slit that niggaz throat      Light up the door      Smoke until we choke      I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc       And get his neck broke      Kick in the door      Shotgun up the asshole      Brains blown      Eyes closed      Nothin but trouble            [Chorus] - repeat to end