[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] (x2) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
[Verse: Tech N9ne] He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this.. Ok People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers You think it's silly, not givin' a fuck until the psycho fires When I go higher, you said to me, \"Why do you need a rifle, sire?\" My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah Happy Holidays, I'm f'ing Ebenezer-hah Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah Yeah, I heard what he said He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead Burnt a nigga, serve him the curb then he bled With Bourbon, I swerve to put his whores into bed! (Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me 'Bout to get your bodily stiff and the ought to be kissin' me ass bad That'll be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab! Why do they persist, Lynch? When they know that we'll kill 'em all