Ayo, oh, ayo, ayo, oh, so I'ma spit in your faceUh, straight off the bat, I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in IraqAnd in fact, I attack and tackle and sack and crack and crackle and snap backAnd battle my own shadow cause y'all wack and all that bullshit you're talking starts to get funkyToss me the trunkey, I'ma brew these bronkiesStir, I'm from the block, but you don't pass like a flunkyWe make a bitch a mule and everybody act like a donkeyYes, I want you to come around here with that plan, boyI'll shoot this mother***er till I burn my hand, boyBust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boyThis is my game as everybody understands, boyI'm all red, I'm on fire like a ant pileThey put the cramp down if I put the stamp downYou get the stampede, I make blood bleedYou suck dick, I suck seedYeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastesSo I'ma spit in your faceSing itSo I'ma spit in your faceSo I'ma spit in your faceIf this is a race, I ain't going for no placeI am going for your place while you're homeHow you gon' *** with me if I ain't bucking around?Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touching the groundBitch, nigga, I am not your homeboyWe are not from the same home, boyMy nina big gon' bring your joyI destroy who you employI shoot twelve rounds, now Junior Jones drawY'all so backwards, I don't do backwards, I'ma switch ya, manEight in the morning, you're about to get found by a fishermanYou guys is bitches, little girlsAnd Mr. Smith in Westland wanna kiss your pussy goodSomething gets too dangerous, spit fire at the devilAnd I ain't doing never for the root of all evilGold, silver, bronze, new, try that black metalTurn your mother***ing flowers to feathersNow fly to heaven, KevinAy-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohSo I'ma spit in your faceAy-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohAy-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohAy-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-ohSo-so-so-so-so I'ma spit in your faceAnd crazies, well, they callin' meBut crazy isn't hardly what I amTry creatively retarded, I'll amazingly reward itAin't no faith in me, the artist never crackI'm crack, I'm dope and Reynolds rapNow let's just hope you get it backLet's just hope that you get itAnd if I have anything to do with itMother***er, I did itYeah, young tune, gorilla monsoonMr. Martian, we'll hang your ass from the moonCause you get sun, you just get it soonTurn the I.D. to a tuneGoons are us, the food's for usWe eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for usWe will take the knives, and we will take the wivesWe won't take the jewelry, but we will take the livesSo I'ma spit in your faceSing ay-oh, oh-ohAy-oh, oh-ohAy-oh, oh-ohSo I'ma spit in your faceAnd I spit in your face