作词 : Jonathan Whitmer
作曲 : Jonathan Whitmer
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
*****es, yo' ***** smell like puss
Nickels and dimes for you
Still let her back it up like a Tonka truck, though
Ha, ha-ha-ha
You so pathetic, bullets pop at yo' head top
Out lethal weapons, hit yo' thot like I'm Ralph
I proceed to wreck it, hold the Glock in one hand, fire
Erase your presence, what it do?
Asses turn to ashes, pull up on 'em and reduce
Snorlax, leave him lazy, triple Z, I make him snooze
Mista' with that Magnum, long nose on it, call it Gru
Shorty make it clap, I beat her back down like abuse
'86 what I whip with a stick on the seat, I rеally can't slip, uh
Bayonet equipped undеrneath my rifle, your body get minced
M400 SIG, bet this ***** right here could knock off your limbs
Don't care how you feel, so just stick my **** in between your lips
Trap that boy like Charlotte's Web if he talk to the pigs
You want smoke with me, lil' boy, be careful what you wish for
Like my **** when I wake up, I leave your body stiff
Your ***** strangle dick but her lips like a ****ing clench hold
Bow down to me, share the view of dogs' eyes
Stick Michael Oher, these bullets hit your blind side
Fist to his noggin, now his homie cockeyed
Than a ****, if you want it, too, I'll let y'all both die
(Ha, ha-ha-ha)
You so pathetic, bullets pop at yo' head top
Out lethal weapons, hit yo' thot like I'm Ralph
I proceed to wreck it, hold the Glock in one hand, fire
Erase your presence, what it do?
Asses turn to ashes, pull up on 'em and reduce
Snorlax, leave him lazy, triple Z, I make him snooze
Mista with that Magnum, long nose on it, call it Gru
Shorty make it clap, I beat her back down like abuse
