[Slug]   You can't fuck with the felt flow   All the shit that you talking, don't help you grow   Mad face can't wait to catch you man made elbow   You see mee say hello, when I leave say helll no   I'm not an asshole, I'm a perfectionist   Travel the globe to have sex with pessemist   my ? my doctor and my excorsist   All suggest that we come here to wreck your shit   It's the treacherous, two plus Ant   If we can't do it, who the fuck can   they claim ? slave to the ringtone   I smell pussy in the bacon that you bring home   The fistfucking is function in this function   Enough to justify, shutting down youre production   Get off the mic.go straight at ya life for   One of these mc's puts it on youre wife      [Murs]   Your girlfriend got her panties off, once again   One naughty nasty shit that I done to her friend   So once again it's on motherfucker   And you won't do shit, you a bitch so fuck you   I didn't like myself this morning when I woke up   So keep talking shit like I won't loc up   I'm from ? we don't stop   when the police come, than the heat go poppin'   Now we stopping, we go in the house   You can get youre time for just try to show out   I'm trying to roll out, no doubt   Comming to take ya ho out   Popping that junk, young punk what you know about   Felt 2 me and Slug comming trough   When we serving these suckers like may I help you   Supersize when we ride on these busters   Murs two times with the L motherfucker      [Murs]   Man who the hell are you, trying bark trough   this is my episode and it don't co-star you   So shut youre fucking mouth   if you don't know what you talking about   Get on youre cellphone, call her, tell him   Now you running my name to the mud again   Who I fuck ain't none of youre bussines   What I lick or suck man mind youre bitchness   And that's bitchness, not ?   You ain't proffesional punk, youre a pimp's assistant   you ride shotgun, I try to whip fool   Pussy don't drive this car, bitch dick do   And if I hit you it's a knockout   You strowed in but I bet ya won't walkout   0-0-7-3-7-3-5-9-6-3   That's the code if you wanna fuck with me      [Slug]   You want a hit   Give me a dollar plus a beer and some head   Yo Ant turn up the snare till my eardrums turn red   This is for my people waking up and burn in bed   And this is for my people waking up to earn the rent   I didn't come start no message   I paid at the entrance I wasn't on the guestlist   Had a few beverage than left   because the rappers, hookers and ? werent to impresive   Dirty something getting closer to the turkey stuffing   Thirty husbands victem of a mercy snuffing   Birdy bugging on the botom line   But I'm bussing of the wine so everything is fine   put youre hands in the air, like you happy to have hands   I'm jump up and down like I'm happy to have fans   It's all stay away from the pistols and   On the bigger things, peace to Ricky James