Snappin' & Trappin' feat. J-Sweet, Killer Mike
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I'll shit on mix like yay in lukewarm water
Better make it hot as flat sites and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughters
Show soldier ass niggas I murder shit and start to slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber, I betcha
I drill your heffer like Black and Decker
The pussy wrecker, and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to never switch cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck about suede, bucks and Coogi sweaters
What up, whatever, sable fur to lamb leather
Seen it all in the trap with fitted caps with cold weather
With creased denim, threats delivered when I send 'em
Bitch know I FedEx my shit, but night express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit?
Banana nigga niggas split quick, fuck with this
Thorough Atlanta clique, this here is Slum Lordz
Make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Tape raw coke, cook the crack and Saran Wrap it
One motherfuckin' verse already is a classic
One motherfuckin' verse and already is a classic
Killer Mike, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown
Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown
My Cadillac got the boom-boom in it, listen to it drop
My serial in your breakfast bowl
Just jumpin' off the top, a nigga can't stop for squares
A octagon's prepared, I'm not the one you scared
The Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Your pop lock for pop rocks and I'm only boppin' tweeters
And woofers, and bitches be blowin' purple with my feet up
I'ma eat up anybody who test this, I'm blessed with
Superhuman powers, poke your chest in
The next of kin gon' be the first one like some Mexicans
To buck, niggas stuck like a truck in wet dirt
Music church and I'm the deacon speaking while you tweaking
The preacher preaching, reaching, teaching
Speaking, being, preaching, you're not, your clock stop
And now you layin' in a pretty box
Not a pastor, only talkin' about the pretty parts of your life
Your motherfuckin' damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates but you realize your fate
It's too late, you hate, you hate
It's too late 'cause you hate, or fuck
What you wanna do?
Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown
Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown
Roll my weed thick like I like my bitches
Lick my balls, spit like she do my dick
Attempted murder shit the ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye, make it hard to focus
Killin' Michael gonna calm down, things gon' get a little crazy
Old girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Gulp goblet goat gravy, no, shit her down to the ground
Now you doin' the dirty south, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, ma?
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollerin' 'bout?
But fuck that, I'm lookin' for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism like school lunches
Need her to take cat, put into throat punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even with rollers, I'm tryin' to told ya
Even lovin' lavish, leavin' ladies, leavin' landmarks
Of lemon-lime lip gloss from lavender lapel
Leavin' lizards, keep me slizzard
My mind's expanding, readily rappin' and snapping
Steppin' and tramping, that's just what's happening, yeah
Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown
Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown
A weh you a come dis when you know you nuh fit?
You better move your bum-bum before we start trip
Nuff a dem a talk, oh gosh, nuff a dem a trip
Nuff a dem come in like, no way, flip
I say spit me name, a me already crisp
A who grasp me power, which a one you try dis?
If you diss Boi, shot nah go miss
Gunshot a do you bwoy just like fits
For you this is a torture remix
Brand new tune, platinum hits
We nah go run and switch like no bitch
Oh gosh, just we, Killer Mike
We nah go run and switch like no bitch
Oh gosh, just we, Killer Mike
We nah go run and switch like no bitch
Oh gosh, just we, Killer Mike