Benoit

Ayy, Backwood filled with that (ah) fire

Y'all boys smoking on (sh) quiet

Diamonds, they singing like they in a choir

Bumping new BONES, assistance acquired

Ninety percent of the game is lies

So staging the lyrics, they didn't even write

Get on their knees for suits and ties

Then they complain about the paper they signed

P***y ass b***h, time to man to **** up

They could doubt you, but then they duck us

Two fingers crossed, hopin' that they luck up

PTA money, I'll stick to the putt putt

I get so cashed, I look in the mirror like "pleasure to meet you" (Pleasure to meet you)

If I had a genie, all three of my wishes would be not to meet you (Be not to meet you)

They say they shooting, like [?] the [?], but that don't put fear in me (No, no)

'Cause I got the rocket and I got the power like wickity wickity (Yes, yes)

You would turn into Chris Benoit if you saw how your wife looked at me (Ooh)

I don't got nothing to follow that, that's terrible (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

B***h, tell me something I don't know

My razor, it cut 'em in slow-mo

Dump 'em and gut 'em, I cut 'em like butter

My battery full, I'ma overload

Pressing them facts like a pho-to

Put you on a shirt like a logo

Quietly shaking, he soft and I'll take him

And send that b***h ass where the ghosts go

Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing

Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing