Count for Nothing

[Intro] (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8) Y'all been fronting Without a ounce of thugging You go against me? You too can count for nothing [Verse 1] I'm the king of the backpackers This T-bone contact to any wack rapper It's biometric how I wet ya My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless Like (1-2) guns swoop In the same booth the federales tryna run through Like (3-4) we raw Me and Vishis trading like a triple beam seesaw I'm a veteran, the Mac-11 the pump You could name whoever you want: Wayne, Ye, Jay (I'm just playing) I keep the (4-5) on my hip You take me serious then I might trip About (7-8) niggas and die Feeling some type of way I figure it's pride I'm the right-on truth And that's right, I'm even plotting on my own crew Joey, Crooked, Ortiz – Slaughterhouse! [Hook] (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8) Y'all been fronting Without a ounce of thugging You go against me? You too can count for nothing Like (1-2) like (3) like You (2) can count for nothing [Verse 2] I'm what choice is to option Royce to hip hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing Yes, it's a couple dope dealers Somewhere that got rich living the shit that I spit (Me!) I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate I know every point what I count like a Q&A It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggas call me Fire Crotch I'm seeing clear like a MyBot I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot I spit fire like Izod, why not? To Sho'nuff I'm glowing like Taimak And y'all crying like babies over the net I should call you niggas Lady Gaga I call, "You and Em need to get together Y'all need each other Nickel, Shady, blah-blah!" If I die I'mma leave heat I'mma leave the sun behind, I'm tryna repeat Don't try to ban the drummer He's an animal and you can be a random number, uh [Hook] [Verse 3] I put the gun to lames Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game Five shots on my block Is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops With both eyes I see you got no sides Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties All you stand Grab a bitch ass like hey, call me OJ Da Juiceman I get away with murder That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger I'm tryna shake it like a Polaroid They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy [Hook]