Welcome back, and gentlemen To the Roller Coaster Please stay seated, and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause this section's, as big as the Fuckin', bleedin' Ti, Titanic
And it's called the Heart Attack we feel is self-explanatory (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Yo, I know the is watchin' Dirty date niggas and plottin' for my downfall, street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, stay rockin' All emcee's paused when they heard the droppin'
but the hottest hip hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, shockin' I produce joints that up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock
Bang head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the of it This is as good as it get, who you with? Who the
Stay committed, my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped I roll with, ghetto with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the
on This is Dr. Trevis, to y'all motherfuckers live Hold on, on The Roller Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the So hard the airbags use nasal Jump out, the shottie, raise 'em up I stomp holes like the ground ain't enough
Inform the former, the first step was a The step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chickens run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya John and Phat Farm up
I never got a Soul Train lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Trick a bitch car off I'm a when the chain is off, nigga
I set trip and I blas With a axe, and a pump, and a mask Leavin', stains of blood on your Roley When I'm, in your nigga throw me bags, y'all
on You've just hit with the ultimate hardcore shit Hold on, hold on, The Roller Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Let's trip the fantastic I'm flexible, they to call me plastic These big butt bitches get ass kicked It is what it is, on y'all kids Couldn't live we live
I can't be defeated like 'Nobody the Wiz' Like, when home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the Clan and you know the man Meth a mic without a kickstand Two and razors in his wristband
Slap you and bitch, man in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the contestant
For aggression, no question, M E to the F And be flexin' as hard as my Kid, learn lesson 'cuz what if I decide to start testin' Your joint, end the motherfuckin'
on This is the moment, where you motherfuckers 'bout to die Hold on, on, yo The Roller Coaster (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Yo, yo, let a get into it Lubricate y'all with this do it fluid I Einstein the rhymes, them thangs to prove it Cross with the Mack, in fact, my the truest
Now I'm on the highway, it my way Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday Performin' like the weather was warm and drop On the through zero degree storms and
the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya yellow The addiction, no friction I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription, with
thick when I put fire to the steaks And burn the odds, like a to your face long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' Make it clear, look out, Big is here, nigga, what?
on This is Dr, Trevis, warnin' motherfuckers Hold on, on The Roller Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Hold on, on PPP Def Squad, we shit down Hold on, on The Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)