[Hook]
 Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
 You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on [bad word] through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio
If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter
 Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die
 Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
 Tonight

 [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
 [bad word]  this that shooter music
 I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt
And my [bad word] just might go up
 [bad word]  that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
 The [bad word] on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha
 But there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
 And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying
To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry
Then he go against this got [bad word] G4 buying, Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part
 I don't give a [bad word] if they wilding, I got a clip full of [bad word] Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Letterman Fallon
 When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like
 (Bombs away) Bootsy Collins

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 [Verse 2: Crooked I]
They shot my [bad word] three times, as his abdominal bled
 They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led
 To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick
 Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said
 They'll all be dead soon, and I'm talking before that nurse can change the IV
I'mma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID
I'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z
 [bad word] it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake
 Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body
Quick as Bugattis, then I'm hitting the Omni
With a chicken licking my [bad word] in the lobby; this New Edition, I'm Bobby
Fast laner
 I'm speaking the [bad word]  put 3 in the coupe
I'mma wet your head like a leak in the roof
Then I'm leaving the booth for gas chamber
My granny calling me a rap singer
But she don't know I use my strap finger

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 [Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Look, this a whole nother "Ether"
Hop out, black mask, low Caesar
 Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer
New bodies on old heaters
 We ain't rapped too tight
Starving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite
I'm detail, not derail
 Don't lay your head if you [bad word] by it
Got skeletons, but my [bad word] private
 I paved the way, y'all misguided
 So try it, I'mma send a threat
Tie her up don't end her yet
Bullet go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the internet
 In my head I see amateurs, can't retain a memory
 All I'm left with is images
 With that I'm putting emphasis
 And in parentheses
 Put he's hated by large percentages
 And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premises
One shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerent
Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin
 Then go to war with the cops, even they aren't pardoned

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