I'm pouring out amaretto Homies I won't forget em so tap the bottle I can't understand a single word you're saying I think you have cerebrane About to finish you like polyurethane All that molly, poly, sure to drain Your spinal fluid from your vertebrae Just a murder gram and I brought my murder gang My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Dura-Flam As far as bullet bars, I'm talking about farmer Like insurance, babe I just blew your girl away But she on so much growing lean I call that fuckin'home Katrina Somebody better give her a K And that's on everything But she love my heavy chain My yellow diamond shine I got her whippin'like Lama Ranch Slippin'in front of the gang She slippin'inside of the range Quick to go out with a bang It's like I threw out a grenade What? This when the killing will begin you feel me pulling up the skin I really came to get it and deliver murder grams turn over your ambulance 30 bullets and advance candlelight and crime fans We go in and buy a land slide up behind you testing my rifle get blessings and my disciples professional I'm a sniper like eight miles away me. I'm also doing I I ain't talking about a rent-a-car when I'm pulling the tourists Let's Halloween them candy bars and get you killed in the forest We are lyrically lawless, stack of money, hardest Sluts that make you forget all that slickest shit that you thought of Blow your mind with the sword off Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin'at you from the rake They hittin'the door, ain't that nothin'sweet when we comin'to play I say that you ain't fuckin'with why I do not mean kisses, boo But I got the potential to fuckin'flip when I mention what a pension to Come back with a vengeance like Jack the Ripper Just givin'you a sample, a fuckin'snippet like sisters do Now when I hit the booth, I think of the days I opened I was quick to fool yous to fly off the handle like a fuckin'witch's broom I called it pluggin'flowers cause I was so quick to pick Pick a tulip, like it's Petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Kucha he created a monster Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta You got a couple of motherfuckin'train killers on ya And I'm just being as frank as Sinatra When I be saying that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters But when you got fanatics going so crazy they mob ya Looking like organized crime because you can't get a mafia And all your motherfuckin'enemies they wanna off ya Like Hoffa, and dump your body in Lake Minnetonka That's how you know you fuckin'saw and you came and you conquered Vinny Diddy beat you stompin'and makin'a bar Now women treat me like BDK the king and they feed me grapes Either way I got my More on my plate than an oil beneath my face So better pick a BC date, cause your history is shady It's about to set it on you like a TV tray Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil They fuckin'think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same But when I leave this game, things just ain't gonna be the same But it's a need to change, and I'm the meter maid Go ahead and crack a bottle, cause this is E&J Meaning me and James, got that avocado We the sociopaths, and we got your hoe on our laps And we're going back to Callie so she can blow on our sacks Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah I don't