Somethin to say sterio my scenerio    Boy I love to put a critic in critical    Fools perade perade so full in the brain    I started showin and blowin and showin up to the grade    I don't play no games look around now clown throw down    Dirt mounds were the corps is found    After every show the critics call me a criminal    Cuz the who I know, cuz of were I go    Some interjections practice and colectin gets paid    Play all day, you wanna check this    Perhaps to inform me I'm a lyrical phantom    Critic can't stand a canom mahanom    To the ICP so we can skin they hide    It's critic hunt season all them suckas die    Then I sit in the shade with the jams I made    Layed they get paid and get stired up like Kool-Aid    Some get fed up, I won't let up    They get shet up we met up and go head up    Then I slam them asses and lyricaly    Lyrical by suprise they then avaporize    See them they don't understand a system in judicial    The ICP is pullen tracks individualy    So you can see for to me money    Tryin some salery how can it be    A pencil paper figure to conclusion    And start usin a scratch to confusion    What do you get the shit or quit I'm singin it    Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hatin it    Critics can't stop me my music will always play    I got somethin to say    Somethin to say about America's murder town    Here to prove that Detroit is the worst around    On the streets, roamin population    Word is heard it's raised across the nation    Villians roamin on the avenues    Third collins hear just the name of you    2 Much and 2 Dope you better hope to cope    Nope ya boys hold and shook the rope to cope    Ghetto Style are you worth his while    He'll smielin and fielin put the boys in a pile    Q-Tip legit shit you confetti    Think he still havin a fit you fuckin hell streek    Kid villian he's always willin    To kick ya lazy motha fuckas to the motha fuckin ceilin    Bad luck bro, cuz I snatched your change    I looked at the plate and it said Made in spain    So what did I do? I sold it down town    If I'm a gang I'ma be the best around    Tragety someone catch the beein me    It wasn't me the fools got the jewlery    Out of town let me remind you    That I'ma find you    Then I'ma grind you, spit find you    Look at our crime tryin to find a solution    I'll be introducin to and exacution    Some try to tangle think they can mangle    haha, I said we strangel    I said it gets better, cuz it's the better and the better then the best    Damn that was fresh    Theres other things I see like inner city Delray    When it comes to Detroit I got somethin to say    Somethin to say about a motha fucka snitch now I'm sittin in jail    Ain't that a bitch?    A snitch is the type of guy that is very agravating    Put me in jail with one you better segregate    Before its too late before I dominate    Snitches are bitches all of 'em I hate    Yeah Violent J and I know you'll agree    That the ICP will show no simpathy    But make sympothy bitches aint shit to me    But it's slick to be the rhyming of the synthany    Snitches don't like us boys that are ghetto hard    So I played there ass like a uno card    Start fetchin don't even mention    Whatever it was that we did to cause attention    Sometime snitches don't even need to be there    I know Violent J has a 9 millimeter    I get busted they can't be trusted    So I smear there asses like mustard    Some try me and think they can find me    I'm put up in jail, yo you know were I'll be    If I see a snitch you gonna see the individual    And my visibaly be unforgetable    Murder is homocide brutaly died    When they hook us what they saw they shoulda lied    It's pay back time and paybacks are a bitch    Thats what happend to a motha fuckin snitch    On the scene of a crime, stay the hell away    I got somethin to say