I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a KennedyYou're on my nuts, so you better hold tenderly I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You're in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean s*it to me and you ain't got a clue Of what's about to happen, interaction Two worlds collide, one survives the reaction Hold tight, keep yourself together' Cause we're about to storm you like s*itty weather I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe Set yourself up for catastrophe And that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I say, "You ain't s*it to me" Without you takin' it personally? Ten, proper years of bringin' funk I still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks I don't wanna be the King of the SingJust a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team I rhyme and sing and make ******* scream They love that old South Side gangsta lean Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin' Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin' Look at hostile, ah, damn wild Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe Set yourself up for catastrophe And that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I say, "You ain't s*it to me" Without you takin' it personally?10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers I don't mind exposin' you hollow ******* I got the medicine over the swallow ******* You play roles like an actor but get no OscarGun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster You're just an impostor, you lost your composure Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure But you're in denial and still remain vile In a place within last style and senseless wild I take you down the long trail, you failed to keep up That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe Set yourself up for catastrophe And that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me Man, I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I say, "You ain't s*it to me" Without you takin' it personally?
I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a KennedyYou're on my nuts, so you better hold tenderly I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You're in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean s*it to me and you ain't got a clue Of what's about to happen, interaction Two worlds collide, one survives the reaction Hold tight, keep yourself together' Cause we're about to storm you like s*itty weather I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe Set yourself up for catastrophe And that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I say, "You ain't s*it to me" Without you takin' it personally? Ten, proper years of bringin' funk I still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks I don't wanna be the King of the SingJust a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team I rhyme and sing and make ******* scream They love that old South Side gangsta lean Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin' Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin' Look at hostile, ah, damn wild Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe Set yourself up for catastrophe And that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I say, "You ain't s*it to me" Without you takin' it personally?10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers I don't mind exposin' you hollow ******* I got the medicine over the swallow ******* You play roles like an actor but get no OscarGun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster You're just an impostor, you lost your composure Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure But you're in denial and still remain vile In a place within last style and senseless wild I take you down the long trail, you failed to keep up That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe Set yourself up for catastrophe And that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me Man, I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I say, "You ain't s*it to me" Without you takin' it personally?
