Psycho female, blowin' up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw
It's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck

And now you're duck, duck, goose
I'm lettin' loose with the thirty yard freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin' for my cash
Gotta make them pockets super fat

Hey, I'm a humble man
Kickin' out my jams like a tramp
I'ma stick it like a stamp, to this business
What's with all the business

I get payed to take the microphone to slay the stage
Stay away, from all the bros in my band and
All the fans and all my friends
When the cash is comin' in

Or I'll be slammin' them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes, y'all
No nine to five, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp
Like the Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth, motivated by greed

You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blastin'

You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blastin'

You bad luck, you so stuck
Stuck, deep down in that hole again
Stuck, got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck
You don't even know

All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringin' back them memories
That I really miss

When I reminisce
Rockin' back in the '80's, live
My attitude to do or die

Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries, no limits G
Fat ass rhythm's driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket

Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin' 'cause I'm hostile
Labeled by my profile
Indeed I am
I am indeed hostile
When it comes to greed

You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blastin'

You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blastin'

You bad luck, you so stuck
Stuck, deep down in that hole again
Stuck, got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck
You don't even know

Oh yeah
Ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin and diggin' and diggin' and diggin'
Diggin' so deep for that green

All I know, all I know
Is that you must be fucked up in that head

I got a little problem
Just one question biatch

Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fuckin' whore

Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash
It's that ass that I'm blastin'

Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash
It's that ass that I'm blastin'

You bad luck, you so stuck
Stuck, deep down in that hole again
Stuck, got your brain on my green again
Stuck, your so, your so, your so stuck in your head
You don't even know

Live on tape biatch
Don't fuck wit' us
Leathal ha, ha, Leathal

(Whatchin' another fucking movie dude)
(Sick)
(I hate her)
(Yeah, yeah that's how I wanna do it)

Then it goes a little somethin' like this