DDT

[Verse 1: Khris P] Uh, ok these Flinstone foot ass niggas take Timmy Turner moves Turbulence den a burning sense, a youngin burn the womb C-section it, affectionate Ladies be, erectin it and feed breakfast Mic checkin it, in my down time became prime time NFL, iron gang, work the blood line And it hurts, spit blood cause I love rhymin Rolodex fulla names, curve service, birds flyin Dirty work, dirty burners led to more crime Heard about you herbs, herbivores keep the herb fryin Fishin for fatties, bait bitches they love diamonds I'm in the rough, on the rough side of yours wildin Wildin daily, where thuggin is rudimentary Ready for whatever, my niggas doing this century Central heating unit the oven it hold the family Bet that bitch serve me up, she been suckin since elemntary [Hook: Khris P] I got yo bitch I'm bout to power bomb Click-clack ring the alarm, fa real And them vandals came to play along Step back don't be alarmed, so chill I got yo bitch I'm bout to power bomb Click-clack ring the alarm, fa real And them vandals came to play along Step back don't be alarmed, so chill [Verse 2: Ugly Frank] Ugly little crazy nigga, rough neck Run sets, give me all your money nigga, fuck checks Flip weight, handle the business I break a gram with my nigga, I give a fuck I'm still beefin nigga, fuck flex Rollin with my mobsters, whippin a Mazda My shotty cocked, my dick rock hard Choppin blades hittin from drama Nigga know that I ain't budgin til I get my fuckin money Frank the butcher, break any nigga bitch outta dollar Tryna eyein out my ride see which niggas is down I sent the chirp to glen, hit my nigga ugly thomas Thomas tol me bout a spot where all the bitches are down To hustle, back to back, its murder if you give em problems Ese, ..., Lighters all I got, my burner cocked, my nigga tempt me Mobbin down your block, conceal the weapon, rollin 10 deep Tol ya mofuckers I ain't friendly, ya'll dont fucking understand [Hook: Khris P] [Verse 3: Evergreenone] Ay yo, Imma show my setup It's called a middle finger, fuck the world dog, I'm fed up Riding round the windows down, with that chopper sprayin I got bottled up emotions, so I drink a fuckin bottle Now I'm zonin, I could give a fuck about your plans I dont want no fans or an image Came to burn your village Fly a fuckin plane into another buildin A bad mofucker when we high on dope I Columbine your momma lookin through a sniper scope Staring at the cieling, smoking weed, I beef with Jesus Diamond in the rough, I stomp you out in my Adidas I run aroun wit my clique and it's called ILLFIGHTYOU Which really means I'll fight you, I probably don't fuckin like you Eyes low, ketchup blood red Bag drugs up and watch fangs drip, make em drop dead Top ten Tyson knock out rap, I'll push you off the fuckin half pipe And laugh out loud I'll, fightyou