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You we merged, we're an alliance
We fight with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We an outfit, to Voltron's
That boy I is equivalent to four arms

Joell Ortiz is the body, the slash killer
Kill you eat your body, Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs shit I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now, fuck

I really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is on until it's done,
You got a problem with any one of my
Then niggas can come with it

Me and Joey, we a fit
He like shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't a bit
It ain't

I'm gon' shoot stupid ass
You too laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get then I'm violent
I make threats nigga I promise

My style is mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll your spirit
Turn your into a disappearance
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

I with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I fuck with nothing but my
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, off, sound off, hut

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
out the barrel of my fifth

I got a raw flow and I stay more so
Guess that's why I'm the
I sweat when I perform shows
What I goes down as the best
But the vets won't let that go

Y'all could keep it, they got now
And flamethrowers and I got one on my back now
Remain focused, what I tell myself now and then
Don't wanna go back to that like when Varejo defends

Uh, oh, my growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every human out of my before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I'm hungry I never ate
Set a up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate

All these dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never separate, we ain't
Jab it every time I a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devastate your career, look I'm a
Let me get a good breath take I regulate

Okay, bye, bye you guys, try to rhyme
'Cause line for line what I is mine and mine
Sport a joint divine, meaning behind
And thank God it shines all the light in
So my eyes can a nice dime to grind
Come girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

I with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I with nothing but my clique
but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the of my fifth

You chasing popularity by any means
silly things, buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
The west treat me I'm really king
I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, illest niggas seen

You rappers dressing like you fitting to sing Billie
I got to intervene, you I'm a intervene
You talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's head, nigga? I got the guillotine

Fuck your Limousine and rented bling
I you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I'll put your pad on property, fag
rob you and hop in the Jag

If you the profit, the glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag, in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops will be mad, doctor be
Possibly be the plasma dropping
Clock running out and the bad

Any one of you niggas fuck my team?
Pretty ass with the infrared beam
Sleep on and get killed while you dream
a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine

Slaughterhouse, a
I'm gooned up if you what I mean
wanna be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, off, hut
I fuck with nothing but my
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, off, hut

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
out the barrel of my fifth

My one to astonish, tell the President, VP
Notify the Congress, they say I'm arrogant, pompous but I'm
I tell keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
They making threats on your highness

But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the
I think all your mans' dough, I don't buy that movie, Fandango
they know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy

Tell them little I ain't mad at y'all
College like Asher Roth
Y'all just to put food on the table
While I'm a just and try to snatch it off

If it ain't for me, most dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers they the same as me
I'm you and your men should die

Learn certain shit you ain't to try
Got the ground covered with niggas in disguise
bet is to attempt to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for

y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to what the pen describes
So he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

I fuck nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck nothing but gangstas
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the of my fifth