Snappin' & Trappin' (feat. Killer Mike & J-Sweet)

I'll shit on mix like yay in lukewarm water

Better make it hot as flat sites and watch it rock up

I oughta duct tape your infant daughters

Show soldier ass niggas I murder shit and start to slaughter

Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber, I betcha

I drill your heffer like Black and Decker

The pussy wrecker, and white water couldn't get it wetter

I'm guaranteed to never switch cheese for more cheddar

I give a fuck about suede, bucks and Coogi sweaters

What up, whatever, sable fur to lamb leather

Seen it all in the trap with fitted caps with cold weather

With creased denim, threats delivered when I send 'em

Bitch know I FedEx my shit, but night express my shit

Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit?

Banana nigga niggas split quick, fuck with this

Thorough Atlanta clique, this here is Slum Lordz

Make your terrific shit tragic

My pen and pixel make violence more graphic

Tape raw coke, cook the crack and Saran Wrap it

One motherfuckin' verse already is a classic

One motherfuckin' verse and already is a classic

Killer Mike, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to

The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you

Just quit the contemplating 'cause

I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown

Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to

The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you

Just quit the contemplating 'cause

I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown

My Cadillac got the boom-boom in it, listen to it drop

My serial in your breakfast bowl

Just jumpin' off the top, a nigga can't stop for squares

A octagon's prepared, I'm not the one you scared

The Piccolo Pimp done set up shop

Your pop lock for pop rocks and I'm only boppin' tweeters

And woofers, and bitches be blowin' purple with my feet up

I'ma eat up anybody who test this, I'm blessed with

Superhuman powers, poke your chest in

The next of kin gon' be the first one like some Mexicans

To buck, niggas stuck like a truck in wet dirt

Music church and I'm the deacon speaking while you tweaking

The preacher preaching, reaching, teaching

Speaking, being, preaching, you're not, your clock stop

And now you layin' in a pretty box

Not a pastor, only talkin' about the pretty parts of your life

Your motherfuckin' damn wife

You look for the pearly white gates but you realize your fate

It's too late, you hate, you hate

It's too late 'cause you hate, or fuck

What you wanna do?

Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to

The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you

Just quit the contemplating 'cause

I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown

Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to

The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you

Just quit the contemplating 'cause

I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown

Roll my weed thick like I like my bitches

Lick my balls, spit like she do my dick

Attempted murder shit the ways I choke chicks

Spit it in her eye, make it hard to focus

Killin' Michael gonna calm down, things gon' get a little crazy

Old girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby

Gulp goblet goat gravy, no, shit her down to the ground

Now you doin' the dirty south, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, ma?

Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollerin' 'bout?

But fuck that, I'm lookin' for love all in her mouth

Need her to gobble up jism like school lunches

Need her to take cat, put into throat punches

Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus

You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures

We two of the dopest mic controllers

Stack big bank, honey folders

Even with rollers, I'm tryin' to told ya

Even lovin' lavish, leavin' ladies, leavin' landmarks

Of lemon-lime lip gloss from lavender lapel

Leavin' lizards, keep me slizzard

My mind's expanding, readily rappin' and snapping

Steppin' and tramping, that's just what's happening, yeah

Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to

The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you

Just quit the contemplating 'cause

I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown

Don't you be lookin' at me crazy like you want to

The game is over, pay me, baby, why don't you

Just quit the contemplating 'cause

I'll box you, you motherfuckin' clown

A weh you a come dis when you know you nuh fit?

You better move your bum-bum before we start trip

Nuff a dem a talk, oh gosh, nuff a dem a trip

Nuff a dem come in like, no way, flip

I say spit me name, a me already crisp

A who grasp me power, which a one you try dis?

If you diss Boi, shot nah go miss

Gunshot a do you bwoy just like fits

For you this is a torture remix

Brand new tune, platinum hits

We nah go run and switch like no bitch

Oh gosh, just we, Killer Mike

We nah go run and switch like no bitch

Oh gosh, just we, Killer Mike

We nah go run and switch like no bitch

Oh gosh, just we, Killer Mike