Lyrics

[Emcee(s): Rodan] [Producer(s): DJ Premier (Original Instrumental from AZ - "The Format")] Mmm-hm! Y'all 'ready know Killer! New start to the Thumb blowin', comin' through, runnin' up, chain swingin', gun showin', guap Belly swellin', goin' deli sellin', smelly bettin', fat nigga belly sweatin' You know what the fuck you do 'Fuck wrong wit' you? APD can't do the math for the astronomy consolation Shortcut your face in half horizontally Cracks plastic surgery, turn the other cheek, slice your face in half vertically Every action predicated upon your death Torchin' dedicated every last breath Young Jesus Shuttlesworth, all guns squeezin' for what it's worth Verses composed of plasma like blood cells and solar matter HD TV screens dumbin' you down, full of brain-numbing chatter Close the deal Ain't all about clothes and the wheels or the hoes or even the steels proposing for appeal Sometimes you really just need to know the deal But y'all some house niggas who roll state flowin' in the fields Killin' 'em, growin' like a lotus rose in the fields Check the melody, bitch name Melanie Melancholy sounded like a felony How to handle drama: settle a little, let it be If you entered into the state of futility Def is the wages for your stupidity Welcome to the carnival Take you for a ride on a arsenal Heavy artillery, fully demonstrable Most high Monsta Ro-fly-onibal Black row flowin', gold arrest, Scott chronicles Kinda' like snowmen Rodan the abominable Grown men take the law into my own hands Run them into a clown junk Cocksuckers is comical Can't spin a rod, you motherfuckers is starin' too hard How the fuck you think you could possibly scare God? So delicious, Ro ridiculous Impress a bitch? Nigga, please Keep a busted pair of kicks on At least a hundred Gs in a shoebox Get my dusty hood ripped on, faggot