Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit dont mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show yall soldier ass niggaz,
Im Murder
Citys Sergeant
SlaughterGuaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha Ill drill your heifer like
Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white water couldnt get it wetter
Im guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and
Coogi sweaters
Whats up?
Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
Ive seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when
I send em
Nigga know
I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this, thorough
Atlanta click
This here is
Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it
One muthafuckin verse and already its a classic
One muthafuckin verse and already its a classic
Killer Mike nigga!
Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over
K.B.Baby wont you just quit the contemplating
Cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over
K.B.Baby wont you just quit the contemplating
Cause Ill boxyou in your muthafuckin mouth
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin off the top
A nigga dont stop for squares or octagons prepare
Im not the one you scared, the
Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but
Im only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up
Imma eat up anybody who tests this,
Im blessed wit
Super human powers, poke your chest in
The next of kin gon be the first one like some
Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, yous in church
And Im the deacon speakin while ya tweakin
The preacher preachin, reachin, teachin, speakin, being, breathin
Youre not, your clock stop, and now youre laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
Its too late, you hate, you hate
Its too late, cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?
Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over
K.B.Baby wont you just quit the contemplating
Cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over
K.B.Baby wont you just quit the contemplating
Cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
Roll my blunts thick, like
I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways
I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol girl might yell rape
G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the
Dirty South, know what
Im talkin about
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
But fuck that,
Im looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit rollers ,
Im trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my minds expanding
Readily rappin and snappin, snappin and trappin
Thats just whats happening
Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over
K.B.Baby wont you just quit the contemplating
Cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over
K.B.Baby wont you just quit the contemplating
Cause Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk
OutKastNuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an me already
ChrisA Out
Kast me spar wid so boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hits
We nah gon run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-
Sweet[Incomprehensible]
We nah gon run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-
Sweet, Killer
Mike[Incomprehensible]
We nah gon run and switch like no bitch