[Verse 1 : HORSESHOE G.A.N.G] Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline Cos then I'm peelin' your motherfuckin' melon in till there's no more fucking ceiling I feel like breaking and entering in prison and killing fuckin' Zimmerman The minute that the motherfucker sentence him Dismember your limb, uppercut your chin and then Disfigure your twin, I'm sending 'em synonyms I'm injuring niggas penicillin ain't healing em? Do the running man when I got the gun in hand Trigger finger itching then I'mma switch it to the other hand I'm sick as a nigga dicking his own mother Samantha Cos I'm a motherfucker and the son of Sam Goddamn, just another ambition As a writer and I'm the one on that mission When we enter the building with a million rugged ass henchmen That's a ten hundred grand entrance Back with this other transition, vicious Smacking your mother man listen When I mutate then it's too late then I chew faces Rap with this gun in hand viscus When I send a few strays bullets graze anatomy Give my gun a raise like you're gonna change the salary I be at your door nigga I'm a natural born killer You can call me Mickey I'mma 38 it's Mallory My brain is sicker than Casey Anthony You're not really understanding how deranged I got to be My crazy family be telling telepathically Handing me the strategy to erase and enslave humanity This is the art of war I'mma paint calamity Hate and tragedy, pain and agony Then I'mma frame the painting, hang it in Satan's gallery But I'm not evil, holy like I came from Galilee Straight insanity give me the fucking steel Kenny is fucking ill, I Can't imagine me giving a fuck for real Willing to bust your grill, blow your dome off your gate, anatomy Now that motherfucker can't imagine me Don't tell me to fucking chill Creeping a thousand riders from the West side Star under my pillow call it my Bedstar If you gotta rebuttal to utter say that shit Just remember like your music we don't play that shit
H to the O, R-S-E-S-H to the O E gang we came straight for your ho We got paper to blow We in it to win it the minute we came in the door Fuck you, pay me, pay us the doe Then its fuck you, pay me, pay us some more All you haters should pay up, and pay what you owe Throw the eight up, get sprayed up, and laid up with holes I keep it straight up for sho', y'all just straight up for show Y'all pussy, period, change up your flow Like a menstrual cycle, straight up ya know Im an instrumental psycho Reminiscent of a nigga named Michael Im a thriller, I wake up with flows And I never make up with hoes And I put the mack to your face, that’s how I make up with hoes Hoes, yea I'm laid up with those And everyone one of my hoes are A1, ya know You know I got a centerfold, getting rid of clothes Nothin on but them Kenneth Coles Since day one I go, hard Wait a minute let me switch gears When I'm stiff as a board, I give them dick till they sore I cut em like im gripping a sword and a big spear I should win an award for flyest nigga this year Im the shit cheers, my swag is celebrated When I step up in this bitch every chick cheer Chit-Chea, girl sit here, lift brazier Lemme skeet on your face, let's just smear When I'm fuckin a woman, I'm up in her stomach My dick is in belly, I'm sincere Y'all not fly, you pricks queer You couldn’t get a Pretty Woman if you were dressed in rich gear Your bitch rear, make my snake soft She never quarreled my mind, you a mime can't talk Your bitch plain, you can only call my bitch plain Cos' she fly when she take off Shall I carry on, I love a landing strip Feelin airborne, because of cannabis Fuck the rulebook, laws, we breakin' em