Nigga let's go nigga
Let's get it in (swag)
Get it in, shit gon' be cray
Shit gon' get cray
Extra pills nigga, extra pills
What up?
Fuckin' around, extra pills
Time to show these motherfuckers once and for all
Ayo Reaper, get 'em!
Ayo of course I'm the big fat boss in this
Fuck Rick Ross I got the force of a rhinoceros
I'm cautious with awesomeness, niggas start horsing it
Motherfuck court, I'ma drag you to the Caucasus
I'm powered like the parliaments
Power to the people, to the cowards, to the harder men
Arm and a leg is what it takes to be a part of this
Arsenic arsonist
I'm about to start some shit like Martin Lawrence did
So we waiting by your doorstep in a Corvette
I got a big buck knife and a sore head
And I'm fucking pissed
Cut a nigga's upper lip and leave him with a lisp
Now he off the list
Done dada, body dumped in Nevada
Bloody blue collar crimes, neighbors say holler
State of Nirvana only fuck with the enlightened ones
We the titan sons, what you fear that's what I'll become
Most definite I'm sicker than the leprosas
Well equipped devil's kit, exorcist, sever bitch
Open up the gates and set foot into my hellish pit
Do it reverend, just for the hell of it
So your girlfriend's pregnant, get ready for abortion
Kicked her in the tummy now she's gonna say we lost him
You think it's tragic but I say it's awesome
You can count on B.O.D. and me to get the job done
You're the last one never to be found again
All your parents think now will this ever end
The answer's no 'cause I'm only here to torment
Now your son's dead, text message I press send
Guess what, into hell I will descend
Just to meet up with my friends
We all evil in the end, even lethal with a pen
I be slaying many men
And every now and then I make sure there's a dead end
Any rapper out there who dare to compare
With our kicks and snares will get
Striked motherfucker
Any half-ass nigga with a plan to get bigger
Dope D.O.D. did it 'cause we
Strike motherfuckers
We the punks getting drunk, getting high off the skunk
And we jump to the front 'cause we
Strike motherfucker
Now we don't follow no hype motherfucker
That's 'cause we strike motherfuckers
You disappear with no trace in the cold days
In a stone grave with a blanket of snowflakes
Sleep tight, there's a whole life after death
Ahead of you, when I strike you go back to bed
I reminisce on what my dad once said
"If words don't affect 'em, smash their heads"
That's why I keep a crowbar inside the shed
And make sure I ain't caught when my hands turn red
Sometimes it just feels like we're the last ones left
That ain't fucking Swag boy, fags yeah you heard me
I took over rap and I ain't halfway thirty
Swallowing the scene like a half-haired Kirby
Gangster or nerdy, there is no equivalent
We struck the game with a force that is militant
I ain't fly but I spit fire
I might fly in a spitfire, blast at you dick riders
Choke you out with a thick wire
Oh yeah it's time for them blowtorch and pliers again
Hit 'em with the strike 'til they black out (cash out)
Then I bail with the dough and return to the crack house
