| Homeboy, mothafuck the party |
| I came to catch a body |
| Pull the magnum out then I start banging out |
| Won’t stop dumping 'til ya whole brain’s hangin out |
| Whatcha wanna do? (Nuthin) |
| Watcha tryin do? (Nuthin) |
| Whatcha wanna do? (Nuthin) |
| Watcha tryin do? |
| ILL Bill’s so focused, unemotional like a vulcan |
| Grinding stones, I’m providing snow to coke heads |
| Dope to dope heads |
| Death squad, drive-by you on mopeds |
| You end up in the morgue with no head |
| Fingers missin', you get ya whole shit twisted |
| Four-fifth'ted, I’m so gifted with chrome biscuits |
| Get your soul lifted |
| There’s no difference between guns and knives |
| Both of these collide equal tons of lives |
| I prefer guns; quick on the draw |
| Sprayed heat over breakbeats, Bill got pistols galore |
| Ashley Judd passed me blunts, expert at giving shotguns’ll |
| Blow me with her raspy tongue |
| I gave birth to a whole generation of goons |
| A federation of terrorists waiting to use chemical weapons, biological attacks |
| and methods |
| Spasm at gas, ya last breath, passin' the seconds |
| Homeboy, mothafuck the party |
| I came to catch a body |
| Pull the magnum out then I start banging out |
| Won’t stop dumping 'til ya whole brain’s hangin out |
| Whatcha wanna do? (Nuthin) |
| Watcha tryin do? (Nuthin) |
| Whatcha wanna do? (Nuthin) |
| Watcha tryin do? |
| I’m pissing on the Alamo |
| Blasting Metallica like a metallic Calico |
| Automatic aimed at a challenger |
| My rap’s diced, dressed up like Manson rockin' black Nike’s |
| Travel thousands of years backwards and attack Christ |
| Two thousand and three is the year of the sicko |
| Skitzo, smashin' ya head with a phone like you’re Don Rickles |
| Foul like dead babies, you ain’t tryin get crazy |
| You’re better off home in your bed lazy |
| The ruler of the Earth smashin' your medulla |
| Gruesome like Medusa carving your flesh like a jeweler |
| Carcass rap, sling it to my market like crack |
| Bring it, you want it? I’mma hack you up — guard yourself from the axe |
| My Psychological posse is vexed extremely |
| When beef is set you’ll be tryin escape your death like Houdini |
| Nothin’s ever sweet |
| Killing every beat, beatin' you until you’re buried meat |
| Homeboy, mothafuck the party |
| I came to catch a body |
| Pull the magnum out then I start banging out |
| Won’t stop dumping 'til ya whole brain’s hangin out |
| Whatcha wanna do? (Nuthin) |
| Watcha tryin do? (Nuthin) |
| Whatcha wanna do? (Nuthin) |
| Watcha tryin do? |