[Skit 1: Mike Oxlong & Kevin Louise]
Kevin we need to take care of these motherfuckers
Yeah, but why man? Because Big Oxlong told us these punks got that shit
That dirty Laundry, plus he try to do a little something with Vannesa
Oh yeah? Kevin just act cool and talk to these motherfuckers
(Knock)
[Verse 1: Mike Oxlong & Kevin Louise]
Ok, I’ve been me for so fucking long, I just know I’m Mike Oxlong
When I go and kill bitches, motherfuckas, I don’t ever think “Shit, this is wrong”
When I rap about shit like that, I’m like this is far from a song
Take alot of cocaine on a daily, very heavily
Take your fucking body parts out, make it a fucking recipe
To thеse cannibals, well… I guess allеgedly
Kevin, if I fucking die, who’s gonna take my legacy?
Man, straight from fucking BabyWipe Records, successfully
I’ma sweet motherfuckah, I need Mike to kill my enemies
Bitches I love, will be apart of my destiny
You guys get out the way, I need to stay away from your jealousy
I ain’t no lover, I’m just Mike with dark tendencies
I killed my ex, you think she’d be remembered as someone I killed centuries
Ago, because I’ll probably be making fucking livings talking down enemies
Two fucking things I do, you think my parents should be proud
Kevin, do you want me to kill your bitch and show her to the crowd
Ok, ok, calm down and let Kevin start breathing on the mic you gave me
Get some energy from the drinks I drink that have caffeine
All my Baby Mama’s gonna picture me when they see me on their TV screen
If I ever had a daughter, I probably would give her the first name Queen
Fuck that, she’ll become a real bitch by the age of fourteen or fifteen
Then it hits 20 and she’ll be a fucking blowjob-for-men-like-me Machine
Picture that scene, with her boyfriend that you don’t like
And tell me you won’t do a fucking Mike Ox and just strike
Yeah, fuck him up like I’m too strong, that’s right
Gimmie that knife, but this time it goes for the tires of the bike
The last song I wanna hear is when I’m too old for the hype
Kevin Louise, from not wanting to be type casted by BabyWipe
Did alot of fucking murders, 90 percent were women, am I the Next Ted Bundy?
And the fucking dudes I killed, I stole alot of their money
Mr. Jones, I used my brain
It escalated and things got bloody, all the anger I have gained
Tell me now, was his head supposed to split to break?
[Skit 2: Mike Oxlong & Kevin Louise]
Ok, now that were out, why’d the fuck did that fucker in the bathroom
Hit any one of us, Big ass fucking gun man
Man Mike, you seen that show cops? Yes motherfuckah
Well they were shooting this fool and…
Motherfuakah, I don’t remember any motherfuckin’ episode from COPS that had that shit
Tony, you’ve seen that part in the epis… (Bam)
What the fuck man. Oh shit you shot Tony
Come on man, I didn’t mean to shoot the son of the bitch
[Verse 2: Mike Oxlong & Kevin Louise]
Ok, ok, ok, Ok, ok, ok
Guess what I’m doing, driving under the influence
Killed a rich man, you think I acted in fucking self defense
I’m on a downward spiral right now, fucking spiraling outta control
Type-casted as a fucking imposter, offering that role
Cut off his head to let out his fucking soul
I sweat, yeah, get tired and take a break from killing motherfuckers dead
But you tell me, is it better off painting the town red?
Put motherfuckas on a Coma, they stay in the bed
Sick of fucking bitches defending themselves against me
Knowing good and fucking well you ain’t impressed me
Or make me scared of you to even convince me
To fuck with you, bitch get bitch-slapped, who do you think you are talking to?
Ain’t the type to give you a warning
You see this bullet inside, it’s going through you
[Verse 3: Kevin Louise]
Kevin Louise, just so you know, is a fucking ladies man
Ready to tackle your pussy like a Tom Brady Plan
Bitch we could drink all night together
Then I start your day off like the radioman
All eyes on me like if I was 2Pac
And I’m a trusting man, all of these bitches I block
What fuck was you saying dawg?
You think my english is bad, you think I don’t understand
Bitch,if you was stuck in a big land
Somehow they have a walkman on, had to listen to one band
And it had Kevin L
Take that L, then motherfuckah, you’ll be damned
[Verse 4: Mike Oxlong]
You shot that motherfucker like I shot that bitch, Kevin does that ring a bell?
Had to hurry up that monologuing to go watch Kenan & Kel
Almost got caught smoking ounces and snorting coke in a hotel
Cops like “Well shits, he was brutally killed” No shit we can tell
Mike Oxlong evading fucking earth, came from hell
If people don’t like my music, they can go drink up some Lemonade
That I pissed on, you see how we can fucking convert into renegades
People don’t know me, but they know I eliminate
Other people think I’m just playing, murders I never made
You can tell the ones I trust, they’ll describe me as fucking Loco
So many motherfuckahs like me grow cold
And do not give a fuck if it was fucking jokes told
Now tell me if I wasn’t clowning dawg
Kevin how does it feel getting your whole flow clogged
Like when some bitch tried to dip, later fouled by me dog
Except there is no Red or yellow cards
Well, I damaged her and gave some bruises, think that would be a red card
I guess I have no choice but to dig her down with skeletons in my backyard
Cause of death, By Mike she did Die Hard
But again, she died in my yard but didn’t have a change to lay on a graveyard
Well shit, let bygones be bygones
[Outro: Mike Oxlong]
Kevin, I’m done with this shit, I’m tired as fuck
Don’t lay another fuckin’ verse, the songs gon’ be longer
6 minutes is fine, it don’t need no other fucking verse
Mike’s out, Kevin's out
We going to take a break and eat some McDonalds
