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