Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I`mma spit in your face

Uh, straight off the bat, I come
Straight off my back with a gun like I`m in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle and sack and crack
And crack `em and snap back and battle my own shadow
`Cause ya`ll wack and all that

Bulls**t ya talkin`, startin` to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I`mma brew these punkies
Stir, I`m from the block but you don`t pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan, boy
I`ll shoot this motherf**ker `til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boy
This is my game, ask everybody in the stands, boy

I`m all red, I`m on fire like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I succeed

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes
So I`mma spit in ya face
Kevin

Singin`, ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I`mma spit in your face

Singin`, ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I`mma spit in your face

If this is a race, I ain`t goin` for no pace
I am goin` for your place, bow ya home, how ya gon`
F**k with me if I ain`t f**kin` around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin` the ground

Bitch ni**a, I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home, boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I`ll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

Y`all so backwards, I don`t do Backwoods, I`mma swisher, man
8 in the mornin` your body get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl

Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black medal
Turn your motherf**kin` flowers to feathers
Now fly to heaven
Kevin

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I`mma spit in your face

Singin`, ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I`mma spit in your face

And crazy`s what they callin` me but crazy isn`t hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain`t no faith in me the hardest never crack, I`m crack
I`m dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let`s just hope you get it back
Let`s just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it, motherf**ker, I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
`Cause you`ll get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb

Goons are us, the food`s for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we will take the wives
And we won`t take the jewelry but we will take the lives
Yeah

So I`mma spit in your face
Singin`, ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I`mma spit in your face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
I`mma spit in your face