[Chorus]
Yeah, they gon' talk a lot, let 'em stir the pot until it blows (Nah)
Bitch, I been prepared, when them tempers flare, I lose control (Nah)
Man, I swear to God and I swear to God, I ain't no hoe (Hah)
We don't play no games, bitch, I play for keeps I'm taking souls (Woo)
Split your shish kabob, load the Glock, go bang and leave a hole (Room)
In your fucking dome, I don't fucking know, I crack your skull (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it on the low, I be making bread I'm making dough (Woo)
My accountant knows, we be counting M's, I’m counting O's (Ooh)
[Verse 1]
O’s, the life I chose, I been in my bag, been in my zone
So, tell them hoes, it's time to go, that case is closed
Baby, adios, let shorty know my heart is cold now
Lеave the bitch so quick, her hеad was spinning, Merry-Go-Round
I gots to slow down, but don’t know how, I'm so wild
My-My trigger finger itchin' like a bitch, I put a full round
Into your dome you're six below, down, in the cold ground
Father, please forgive me 'fore I knew not what I know now
This is America, Second Amendment’ll bury ya
Barrett fifty-cal or Derringer, causing hysteria, in a whole lot of areas
There ain’t a whole lot of variance when it comes to my arrogance
Don’t got a care in the world, man, so long as I'm fucking a beautiful girl
Then I’m very gregarious, turn on the news, it’s hilarious
Give a fuck about your problem dog
Them pussy bitches need some Tylenol, not when I’m involved
My music's spreading like a violent cough
No, I don’t give a fuck if you ain’t like this
Regret to say I’m here to stay, so, it's a crisis
[Chorus]
Yeah, they gon' talk a lot, let 'em stir the pot until it blows (Nah)
Bitch, I been prepared, when them tempers flare, I lose control (Nah)
Man, I swear to God and I swear to God, I ain't no hoe (Hah)
We don't play no games, bitch, I play for keeps I'm taking souls (Woo)
Split your shish kabob, load the Glock, go bang and leave a hole (Room)
In your fucking dome, I don't fucking know, I crack your skull (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it on the low, I be making bread I'm making dough (Woo)
My accountant knows, we be counting M's, I’m counting O's (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
I’m Bad to the Bone, bow to the King, back on my throne
Countin' them chips, stackin' up dough, lil' bitch
I'm always gon' be at your throat, lil' bitch
Never was supposed to count, the Poster Child of rap
As I hold the crown, you motherfuckers ain’t close
Better close your mouth and mosey out
Before I gotta hose you down with the holy water
Oughta get slaughtered and go to Father
Obi-Wan, it’s only gonna grow me stronger
Full Nirvana, told the Shaman
That all life is cheap like a bowl of ramen
Falsify, I talk in lies, you're never cuttin' off the line of raw supply
I always been an awful guy, I cross the line
A hypocrite, often times the loss of lives is imminent
But then again, it really doesn’t matter in the end
I give a fuck how many people, go and rally up your men
I’ll get to shatterin' and batterin' and splatterin'
'Cause ain’t nobody fucking with our level and this caliber of pen
[Chorus]
Yeah, they gon' talk a lot, let 'em stir the pot until it blows (Nah)
Bitch, I been prepared, when them tempers flare, I lose control (Nah)
Man, I swear to God and I swear to God, I ain't no hoe (Hah)
We don't play no games, bitch, I play for keeps I'm taking souls (Woo)
Split your shish kabob, load the Glock, go bang and leave a hole (Room)
In your fucking dome, I don't fucking know, I crack your skull (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it on the low, I be making bread I'm making dough (Woo)
My accountant knows, we be counting M's, I’m counting O's (Ooh)
