You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Me

[Hook: Crooked I] You don't wanna fuck with me (x4) Luciano! [Verse 1: Julius] If a nigga look into my Head you will see that my screws are missing I dont give a damn, got my tool to fix shit When I say tool that's euphemistic For the ruger, I'm not tryna confuse you nitwits We can get on some pugilist shit Or feud with biscuits, you can pick it If you wanna shoot terrific I dont usually miss with the Uzi, but you can risk it You're dealing with a top notch professional Choppin' necks is my profesion now I confess my style, rockin extra foul Niggas wanna get rid of me I can question how Y'all dudes ain't hot ya less than mild I suggest ya try to shut ya mouth If I hear a consonant or vowel Then I get to pulling out my chopper, wet cha BLAOW! Yea, me and the Glock are best of pals You can rock a vest but even Ron Artest Cannot contest my shine under my T Is the MAC in fact I'll Rocket just like Yao Yea, I spit crack raw dope Put an end to niggas with this cat draws close I ain't tryna give you a minute to chat nah yo I let the gat talk BRAP! nigga that's all folks! Kenny Siegel! [Verse 2: Kenny] Y'all muthafuckas know that Kenny carry a weapon That'll teach you niggas who test me a lesson Ya sets finna lessen, no jestin' I'll be up in a niggas home nestin' He come back, raise my arm like I got a question That's when I blast clips, put em in the casket Hit em with the ratchet, hit em like a jab and Stick em like a cactus, peel a couple caps and the Bastards'll backflip, flip em like a mattress I'll make a nigga need some stitches in them light jeans Hit em with a knife (?) nigga might sleep Young villian I be killin em with my ink Spillin on a white sheet, put em under white sheets I'm a vulture with the coldest spit For those who trip I hold them clips (I keep steel) Like a motionless, close ya lip The chrome will spit, ya blown to bits (when he spill) Who can pass me, this killer is crafty This belligerent and militant nigga is nasty Catch a nigga grillin thats when I'm peelin the MAC heat Fold that muthafucka quick as the hem on my khakis When this nigga administer sentences I'm sinister when I'm spittin raps, niggas be tremblin I'm venomous with a pen and pad, killin my nemesis Even killin' the innocent diminishes niggas in a bad mood Demetrius Capone! [Verse 3: Demetrius] The Beretta wet a competitor sweater up Never fuck, with a predator, niggas better hide Better duck, nevermind I'm a Decepticon and Megatron'll find niggas every time I eat competitors with every line, cause I read his mind And served his freestyle ahead of time Before the nigga ever said a line, then I infrared his mind I dot niggas like the letter "i" See y'all on that feminine shit I'm a nigga on that criminal shit, bitch niggas'll flip My spit is ridiculous, sicker than syphilis Slip in the clip and I'm ripping ya ligament quicker than lickety split! This menacing and venomous nigga Been infamous since the beginning of Genesis, killin niggas with sentences The wickedest lyricist on the premises With villainous flows, even killing innocent witnesses If you a cop, I'm killing ya From any block, nigga from here to La Cienega I'm sendin ya shots, to get rid of the opposition When I'm rippin the Glock, to get rid of the competition I listen to Ambitionz Az A Ridah Then the spirit of 'Pac enter me, then I got to hit em up I don't, give a, fuck, you're not familiar With the mafia, my niggas is la familia (nigga what?!) [Hook] [Verse 4: Crooked I] Wait for it... Uh, I'm a predator and a goon With a MAC-11 and Tec, I'm better than you assume Leave skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon My weapon big enough to kill the elephant in the room You irrelevant, you failin' in your development And element and I was intelligent in the womb Excellin in the cocoon, with a extra digestive system For all competitors I CONSUME! Shoulda played the role of Cobain; Suicide, tried to blow your own brain Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap Like you tried to blow your own brains You can die, Duke and I, nukin my enemies like Kim Jong-il Head huntin and pushin that red button so much Even Dick Cheney and Bush like "Chill, dawg chill!" Naw, I'm the real raw deal I was built off skill, I'mma still draw steel I'mma deal y'all still, I'll fulfill y'all will I dont feel y'all real, on the real dawg KNEEL! You could burn with Satan, no lie Today's Friday, the day you gon' fry Brr POW, CHICK-CHICK-CRAOW! Those sound effects for the way you gon' die! (bye!) You don't wanna fuck with me...