[T-Rock]
Say dog, damn, what the f*ck wrong with your arm
That motherf*cker all small and sh*t
Damn, can you move that motherf*cker?
Why you just spinning that little metal piece around
That's all you can do with that sh*t?
[Hook 4x]
It's my little arm, yeen know? It doesn't work, yeen know?
And it won't fit, yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know?
[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]
Damn T-Rock, why the f*ck you gotta clown my arm and sh*t man?
[T-Rock]
Cause n*gga, that's how the f*ck it is
And I'm telling everybody on how Lil Pat made all your beats
Lil Pat made this beat, Lil Pat I'm finna rock this sh*t
This how it's supposed to be
[Verse]
Ain't nan n*gga outbussing me
Every single opposition gone suffer defeat
I'mma show you n*ggas what is a G
When the funk jump off, bullethole put a slug in your knee
Cause I'mma aim at your chest and neck
Now you living off of life support, like check to check
Every n*gga try to flex I wreck
Push a n*gga mind back, with the Tek, try to recollect
But he can't, laying in the pain, his rank, can't spit game
Try to be above a mack and get shamed
I'm throwing n*ggas off the plank, and get plank
Gone off of drank and dank
So gone on with the hype talk
I'm with a click of motherf*ckers bringing gats to a knife's talk
I'm on point like a tight walk
When a slug get to spraying, make his 12s turn the lights off
I'll leave them stuck like starch n*gga
See the gats gone spark n*gga, aimed at your heart n*gga
Ripping you apart n*gga, I'm on point too sharp n*gga
You be diminished by a hard n*gga
All about the change, on the grind for the sacks and green
Saving full of drugs, like sacks of green
Motherf*ckers get wrong, I'mma leave a n*gga gone
In the wind, caught him slipping like vasoline
Pull the hammer back, aiming at your spleen
n*ggas better get saved, and confess to king
When you f*cking with the Rock, n*ggas busting at your spot
So you better be on point with your vest and beam
Better get life insurance like Mr.Serv
Do a lyrical murder by using gift of words
When I pull the hammer back, I'mma lay a n*gga flat
n*ggas flipping CDs, like I flipped a bird
[T-Rock]
So it's your little arm that doesn't work huh?
Ha ha, what's up with Juicy? I guess he just a gay motherf*cker
Well, you know what I'm saying, honestly
I'd rather have a small arm, than just be a gay ass n*gga
But then again both of you motherf*ckers gay!
Bunch of gay ass n*ggas
Rest of y'all n*ggas in Three Six, y'all n*ggas better leave the click
Before they have y'all n*ggas trying to convert and sh*t
Yea n*gga, that's what happens when you f*ck with the real n*gga
You exploit me, you diss me n*gga, I'm at you motherf*ckers n*gga
I'm exposing all the demons, all the truth
Everything I'm saying on this motherf*cking record is the truth n*gga
All you n*ggas thinking I'm just trying to make y'all laugh
And I know it's funny as a motherf*cker, yea
Cause them some funny ass, b*tch made, faggot ass n*ggas
But all that sh*t true
f*ck Three Six, and f*ck that small arm ass n*gga
He ain't nothing but a b*tch
f*ck that f*cking gay wrassler ass n*gga
He the biggest b*tch of them all
n*gga, Vampire in Memphis ass n*gga, like my n*gga
J-Love said
n*gga f*ck y'all motherf*ckers n*gga
All you gone do is wait for your motherf*cking brother
To get out of jail and sh*t
[T-Rock imitating Juicy J]
Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail
Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail
[T-Rock]
What about that n*gga?
He locked up right now n*gga, and I'm f*cking you n*ggas up!!
f*cking your ass in the game
Telling everybody about all the bullsh*t you was pulling
I bet won't nann n*gga, nann civilized n*gga, sign with y'all punk asses
Cause your motherf*cking beats ain't worth all that n*gga
I'll keep jacking y'all punk ass
Whenever I hear a beat, and you ain't rocking it right n*gga
I'mma jack your motherf*cking ass
Oh yea, Lil Pat made the sh*t anyway
Lil Pat making all the motherf*cking beats
You n*ggas taking all the recognition
I say Lil Pat walk in the studio
And blast all you b*tch made motherf*ckers one day
Then he wouldn't be in the wrong, cause that's what I wanted to do
But instead, I left you ho ass n*ggas
Cause you f*ck with me n*gga, I'm at you
I'll be done f*cking, f*cked one of you n*ggas up in the quickness n*gga!!
So whatever...you thinking I'm talking
You think I'm just talking sh*t n*gga, run up n*gga!!
Cause I'm packing mine n*gga
You get your ass blasted off the planet f*cking with me n*gga!!
Area 51 for life!