[Verse 1: Khris P]
Uh, ok these Flinstone foot ass niggas take Timmy Turner moves
Turbulence den a burning sense, a youngin burn the womb
C-section it, affectionate
Ladies be, erectin it and feed breakfast
Mic checkin it, in my down time became prime time
NFL, iron gang, work the blood line
And it hurts, spit blood cause I love rhymin
Rolodex fulla names, curve service, birds flyin
Dirty work, dirty burners led to more crime
Heard about you herbs, herbivores keep the herb fryin
Fishin for fatties, bait bitches they love diamonds
I'm in the rough, on the rough side of yours wildin
Wildin daily, where thuggin is rudimentary
Ready for whatever, my niggas doing this century
Central heating unit the oven it hold the family
Bet that bitch serve me up, she been suckin since elemntary
[Hook: Khris P]
I got yo bitch I'm bout to power bomb
Click-clack ring the alarm, fa real
And them vandals came to play along
Step back don't be alarmed, so chill
I got yo bitch I'm bout to power bomb
Click-clack ring the alarm, fa real
And them vandals came to play along
Step back don't be alarmed, so chill
[Verse 2: Ugly Frank]
Ugly little crazy nigga, rough neck
Run sets, give me all your money nigga, fuck checks
Flip weight, handle the business
I break a gram with my nigga, I give a fuck
I'm still beefin nigga, fuck flex
Rollin with my mobsters, whippin a Mazda
My shotty cocked, my dick rock hard
Choppin blades hittin from drama
Nigga know that I ain't budgin til I get my fuckin money
Frank the butcher, break any nigga bitch outta dollar
Tryna eyein out my ride see which niggas is down
I sent the chirp to glen, hit my nigga ugly thomas
Thomas tol me bout a spot where all the bitches are down
To hustle, back to back, its murder if you give em problems
Ese, ...,
Lighters all I got, my burner cocked, my nigga tempt me
Mobbin down your block, conceal the weapon, rollin 10 deep
Tol ya mofuckers I ain't friendly, ya'll dont fucking understand
[Hook: Khris P]
[Verse 3: Evergreenone]
Ay yo, Imma show my setup
It's called a middle finger, fuck the world dog, I'm fed up
Riding round the windows down, with that chopper sprayin
I got bottled up emotions, so I drink a fuckin bottle
Now I'm zonin, I could give a fuck about your plans
I dont want no fans or an image
Came to burn your village
Fly a fuckin plane into another buildin
A bad mofucker when we high on dope
I Columbine your momma lookin through a sniper scope
Staring at the cieling, smoking weed, I beef with Jesus
Diamond in the rough, I stomp you out in my Adidas
I run aroun wit my clique and it's called ILLFIGHTYOU
Which really means I'll fight you, I probably don't fuckin like you
Eyes low, ketchup blood red
Bag drugs up and watch fangs drip, make em drop dead
Top ten Tyson knock out rap, I'll push you off the fuckin half pipe And laugh out loud I'll, fightyou
