SHOWDOWN

CHORUS (X2)

We the motherfucking pimps and we donít give a fuck

If you wanna fuck with us then youíll get fucked up

If you wind up fucking dead then that shitís just tough

We told you not to fuck with us

VERSE 1 (A-Bomb)

Iíll take a rusty knife and slowly bring it to your stomach

Cut out mostly all your organs and watch it as your heart plummets

Tear out your nervous system floss my teeth with ëem

Hit ëem and lit ëem up without hesitation

And bracing for whatís next Iím facing

Court dates and time behind bars

All just ëcause manslaughter with cars

And putting bleach in hypodermics

Grilling eyeballs on my furnace

Forgive me for being earnest

If you heard our song on the radio just turn it

But donít tell me you fucking learned it

Iím a horrible influence, at school Iím either wasted or truant

Iím bilingual in Ebonics and eating the vagina

So you could say Iím cunnilingual or (ching chang) if youíre from China

Or (gyuck!) if youíre from South Carolina

Design a noose for your parents, inherit all of the riches

As soon as theyíre two dead bitches

Officials are convinced it was witches

Or something else thatís paranormal

Formerly known as someone alive, canít survive

Something much more graphic than porno

Youíre making me nervous, Iím searching for purpose

My trigger fingerís itchy, and hatred has surfaced

Extracting revenge, Iím packing defense

For if anyone comes fronting itís about to be the end

Believing the lies all throughout my life

That I have to kill or be killed so I sharpen my knife

And Iím thinking tonight, Iíve been drinking since five

And Iím ready for a fight so bump this anthem to our lives

CHORUS (X2)

VERSE 2 (Enway)

Listen you stupid little motherfucking bitch

I donít give a fuck if your ass is so rich

ëCause imma come to your house and up to your bad

Gag your fucking mouth shut, gun to your head

Itís judgment day so I judge away

My verdict is youíre gonna die today

ëCause Enway does not play

Underneath the clay in the ground youíre gonna lay

Iím ready to rip ëem with my words and my rhythms

Girls come my way but theyíre just another victim

So I get my pitbull to fuck ëem up and sick ëem

You gamble with your life, no you donít fucking pick ëem

I explode like a comet, so vomit

ëCause the day I die itís gonna be atomic

A sad dark day just like the Holocaust

But I keep shooting ëtil all the lives are lost

VERSE 3 (N Squared)

Iím ready to brawl, my trigger fingerís steady and now

Youíre dreading the fall

Up against incredible odds, audience providing deadly applause

Screaming out to finish him off, and knock his block off

I have ever weapon ever designed by mankind

All you could find was a toothpick? Are you blind or just stupid?

Youíre out of time and canít rewind

Itís not a crime the cops wonít find a single bit of evidence

Itís evident that Iíll be prevalent, have you shaking like gelatin

Hoarding your organs and selling them

To the highest bidder, get rich quicker

Than Bill Gates dealing Ritalin, high on adrenaline

I make a fool moan, and who knows

When this nine is gonna shooter over twenty shells into your blue coat

And turn it purple, letís pass this hurdle

Iíll ask you first though, what do you want on your tombtstone?

And Iím not talking ëbout pizza toppings, Iím talking ëbout your coffin

So hop in letís get it rocking, letís get this shit popping yíall

ëCause Iím ready to fight right now

I pull the chrome once youíre in my sight like ëblowí

Iíll never stop hounding you, not after one round or two

Itís clear youíre bound to lose

And ëtil youíre buried everywhere you go youíll hear my sound with you

Meet me tomorrow, showdownís at noon

CHORUS (X2)