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[Verse 1: Killer Mike] Yeah, motherfucker I'm back from the dead Driving like a bat out of hell in a red Caprice classic, I spit acid I don't rap ringtones, I flow classics I am dirty south hip-hop, what's happening? True shit talking, you ain't into battling You know I let the gun go like a gatling Favorite fucking rappers I am embarrassing God in the building, nigga, ain't no comparison I don't need swagger, I'm just arrogant Martin Luther King Drive made me this way And I've been real G before Atlanta went gay I'm down by law, what more can I say? Got a new AK, a new Chevorlet Now which fuck boy on the block wanna play? I'm the best fucking rapper you will find in the A [Hook] Grind Time Rap Gang, they're those guys The truth and the whole truth, they don't lie They just do (do), do (do), they don't try And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Sidekicks hate, they don't wanna see me conquer Fired my boss, I don't need no sponsor Truck jewelry got me looking tough like Tonka Robber try to touch, lose his arm like in Rwanda In the concrete jungle, you prey or a hunter When you kill a nigga, they say his soul haunts ya I'd rather sleep with a ghost than sleep with the fish Be judged by twelve, than carried by six Rapper, walk like a man, and ride a nigga dick Forty-five got the king size jeans on sag Don't make me put another skull & cross on the flag Grind Time Rap Gang rep that flag Bang bang bang, the mack on your ass Charging with the hemi going vroom vroom fast Head full of smoke every packet got cash No love for the haters you can kiss my ass [Hook] [Verse 3: Killer Mike] Leader of the Grind Time get money Rap Gang Dope-ass flows, lyrically, I'm cocaine Dope dick for the bitches, dope lyrics for the dope mang King Kong is the beast man, no cage, no chain Top of the world, white girl in my left hand Some monkey-ass niggas better hear me, clearly Any mother fucker ain't rappin' payin' dearly I'm talking weekly, monthly, yearly Until you punk motherfuckers learn to fear me I'm on some G shit; I've got a G card I hit a nigga head, leave his ass a retard I have his momma saying "No, take me lord!" Preacher in the pulpit, the choir sings And on the first row a momma cries and leans The young fella had to die, it's a goddamn shame But it's Grind Time Rap Gang, bang bang bang [Hook]