1-800-BringThePain

Yeah you know what it is

It be the mane from the ville

And best believe that I'm back

I’ll never fold I keep it real mothafucka

Got a chip on my shoulder and I can’t let it go

I hate these lyin pussy rappers with a passion homie

So it’s on a killin spree I’ll take my evil fangs

And commence to get it buck

We do our thing don’t try to test the click

I see you snakes just keep on crawlin at my feet

Claimin that you really bout it but I see it how it is

Off in this game there ain’t no peace

Out on the stang I'm slowly creepin in the woods

A body hangs, another victim of the reaper

Gimmie brains I need to eat

Call a zombie if you need him

1-800-BringThePain I'm workin nights

I'm servin fades by the cheap

As I release I regulate against your preachin

In your veins there circulates a certain creature

Let it take you away

There ain’t no meaning to your life

Cause all you do is talk and run that lip

But me I know you oh to well punk boy

Truth is I don’t fuck with your kind

Off in this holla I been beggin at the gates to the gods

To give you nerve I need my fist to meet yo face with a pop

Congratulations, you just won a brand new trip to the box

Bang mothafucka shut the door and I'm out

Gon right ahead and try to scream

There’s no one here to save you now

Cause in the underground the 615 don’t play, we on the pounce

And you can run but you will never stop the reign

Come bring it on fool

I swear they said we was dead, fuck what you thought

We drop it off in Tennessee we come correct

Take caution

Cause here in deep water you might choke

Just like them hoes I left in Davy Jones locker

And when it comes to rhymin

On the dime I just deliver on the mic

I'm like the pizza guy who smokes his bud witchya

I'm hangin with the wizards drinkin witches blood liquor

Reinventin different ways to spit this poison with a rythm

That’s just how I'm livin

So get the hell up out my face with that bullshit

All I see is people runnin crazy but I'm cool trick

Who’s this? Stupid little maggot lookin lost

Gon and crawl back in your hole before I feed you to the dawgs

Long slow days make me feel like breakin suckas down

I'm bout my business fuck from round me with that circus clownin'

I know you’re proud of what became of you but listen up

Though I'm seein flaws within your range too, this ain’t a movie

Y’all need to get off your pedestal wake up and smell the roses

Ain't nothin special bout some rats, young busta

Hit the paint and do some walking, this you couldn’t survive

Just gimmie 5 minutes witchya that’s a promise, take a number

Get in line and meet the butcher pay the price of the bet

That’s what you get for livin life on the edge

It’s all a lesson, fix ya problems

Maybe then you’ll relieve a lil pressure

The clock it ticks to armageddon