Stomp Da Roach U-God (Ft. GZA & Jackpot Scotty Wotty)

[Intro: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
It's the Sasquatch, the Jackpot
The roach killer, that's what we do
You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards

[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
We ain't tripping, read the sentence
The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin
You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed
Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built
It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath
I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath
All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death

[Chorus: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo