Ayo, oh, ayo, ayo, oh, so I'ma 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 crackle and snap back
And battle my own shadow cause y'all wack and all that bullshit you're talking starts to get funky
Toss me the trunkey, I'ma brew these bronkies
Stir, I'm from the block, but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act like a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker 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 a ant pile
They put the cramp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I suck seed
Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in your face
Sing it
So I'ma spit in your face
So I'ma spit in your face
If this is a race, I ain't going for no place
I am going for your place while you're home
How you gon' fuck with me if I ain't bucking around?
Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touching the ground
Bitch, nigga, I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home, boy
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'ma switch ya, man
Eight in the morning, you're about to get found by a fisherman
You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith in Westland wanna kiss your pussy good
Something gets too dangerous, spit fire at the devil
And I ain't doing never for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, new, try that black metal
Turn your motherfucking flowers to feathers
Now fly to heaven, Kevin
Ay-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I'ma spit in your face
Ay-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ay-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
So-so-so-so-so I'ma spit in your face
And crazies, well, they callin' me
But crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded, I'll amazingly reward it
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
Motherfucker, 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 I.D. 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
We won't take the jewelry, but we will take the lives
So I'ma spit in your face
Sing ay-oh, oh-oh
Ay-oh, oh-oh
Ay-oh, oh-oh
So I'ma spit in your face
And I spit in your face