Yo, yo, You motherfuckers is so fake You make me want to smash your whole face Hit you so hard my hand breaks and my shoulder dislocates You ever heard the sounds your bones make when they break? It's like stomping on a whole crate of porcelain plates Run over your skull with a tank, rip out your guts with a shank Then bite you with poisonous fangs For trying to fuck with the champ Nigga you can’t, and you shouldn't even try to Half of the square root of my IQ is beyond you So when you see me in the street, you better not say a motherfucking thing to me, cause, nigga, you pink pussy I got some live niggas with me, with some trigger happy fingers of fury, put one in your skully and five in your belly Cause whenever rhymes fly like bullets in drive-bys I catch them and throw them back like Miami Jai-Alai I cock mines, spin counter-clockwise and shoot five Three miss you and two hit you, one in the leg, one in the thigh Now you're on the floor immobilized Screaming that you never wanted to die ’till I put one in your eye Cause Doo Wop was old school before niggas talked about jewels Before engineers was using Pro Tools Make my own rules no matter what I flow to Start a vacuum in the mic-booth The way my motherfucking tongue moves Type of shit that make niggas disgruntled Charged enough to jump to, go outside and bust their guns to We the Bounce Squad outlaws, we about what we out for In the beast's belly you can't have peace without wars so fuck 'em all