Ay o oooo
So I'ma spit in your face
Straight out the back, 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 crackle and snap back and battle my own shadow
Cause ya'll wackin' all that
Bullsh-t ya talkin', startin' to get funky
Toss me the trunky, I'ma boot these funkies
Stir, I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a b-tch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motha-b-tch till I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boy
This is my game as everybody understands, boy
I'm all red, I'm on fire like an empire
They put the cramp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck, I succeed
Yeah, yeah
And this is how victory tastes
So I'ma sting your face
Kevin
Singin' ay-oh-oh-oh-oh, ay-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I'ma sting your face
Singin' ay-oh-oh-oh-oh, ay-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I'ma sting your face
If this is a race, I ain't goin' for no place
I am goin' for your place while you're home
How you gon' with me if I ain't been around?
Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin' the ground
I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same homeboy
My Nina big gon' bring your joy
I destroy who you employ
I shoot twelve rounds, now Junior Jones draw
Y'all so backwards, I don't do backwards
I'm a swisher, man
Eight in the morning, you're about to get found by a fisherman
Yeah, you guys is little girls
And Mr. Smith and Wesson wanna kiss your girl
Cuttin' crystal angel and spittin' fire at the devil
And I ain't doin' ever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, new, tie that black metal
Turn your motherf***** flowers to feathers
I'm fly to heaven, Kevin
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh, ay-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I'ma sting your face
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh, ay-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I'ma sting your face
And crazies, well, they callin' me
But crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively, retarded
I'm amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me, the artist never crack
I'm crack, I'm dope and Reynolds rap
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*****, I did it
Yeah, young tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian, we'll hang your ass from the moon
Cause you get sun, you just get it soon
Turn the ID to a tune
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
And I know pain, but I'ma help you get through
So I'ma sting your face
Ay-oh-oh-oh, ay-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I'ma sting your face
I'ma sting your face