[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too (It don't matter) (We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu (We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
Why we do and how we do it (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I said the kid's the dog, everybody dying, no lying
Living the life of a serpent
My enemies in some shit, I'm rolling up in the Viper to wipe him, it's perfect
Rifle dispersing (Come out your house!)
This is offensive-minded gents against a blind defense
This reminds me of Joey checking Consequence (Everyone enjoy their day)
I sound calm but in my mind
I'm hunting you down like you're trying to climb the fence
Split your spleen while you with your queen
Fuck the mood of the room I'm like it ain't no thing (Woo)
Obama take away my right to bear arms
I'm putting a sweater around the uzi and walking around with it like it's my toy dog
Your boy ball like Augmon, augmentation takes place, often if they face off (Woo)
You're calling me sober, so I save the shit
I done drink so much I don't even know what being famous is
The difference between the D-list and the A-list, bitch
All I know is I'm a hop skip and a sniff away from doing a plate of Taylor Swift
That'll be the day you haters wish
That day I'm standing up at that podium at the Grammy show
Dressed up like The Dream living a nightmare, on xannies, coke and handling more than God can throw upon the shoulders of an addict
I'm Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston wrapped up in the plastic package
My only true concern is what am I'm gonna do after rapping
Maybe I'll clap your ass and just do life, 'fore I break in this new knife
All I wanted to do was...
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too (It don't matter) (We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu (We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
Why we do and how we do it (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I said the kid's the dog, everybody dying, no lying
Living the life of a serpent
My enemies in some shit, I'm rolling up in the Viper to wipe him, it's perfect
Rifle dispersing (Come out your house!)
This is offensive-minded gents against a blind defense
This reminds me of Joey checking Consequence (Everyone enjoy their day)
I sound calm but in my mind
I'm hunting you down like you're trying to climb the fence
Split your spleen while you with your queen
Fuck the mood of the room I'm like it ain't no thing (Woo)
Obama take away my right to bear arms
I'm putting a sweater around the uzi and walking around with it like it's my toy dog
Your boy ball like Augmon, augmentation takes place, often if they face off (Woo)
You're calling me sober, so I save the shit
I done drink so much I don't even know what being famous is
The difference between the D-list and the A-list, bitch
All I know is I'm a hop skip and a sniff away from doing a plate of Taylor Swift
That'll be the day you haters wish
That day I'm standing up at that podium at the Grammy show
Dressed up like The Dream living a nightmare, on xannies, coke and handling more than God can throw upon the shoulders of an addict
I'm Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston wrapped up in the plastic package
My only true concern is what am I'm gonna do after rapping
Maybe I'll clap your ass and just do life, 'fore I break in this new knife
All I wanted to do was...
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