Negus (feat. DOOM & Ike Eyez)

Stupid ****, Sean, super **** on

(Bom, bom, bom) I'm shootin' at your moms

I ain't right in the head (Ain't right in the head)

I aim right for ya head

****, murder, death, kill

Sex, money, mayhem

Morning murder with a weapon, step into the a.m

Believe in me paw, the same way you believe in your God

Whether it's Allah or Jesus, or Master Fard

I mastered the bars, plastered ratchet splatter your car

Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with ya'll?

I will pop your new, new

If I don't then Rock can shoot you

One smack and you look bad

Backpack rappers strapped with crack in my book bag

I'm a ****, desperate **** you know

Willing to give ya life to be a **** just like who?

P

Yo, ghetto rock stars, guns no guitars

Throw some blow on the table, bitch was dancin' on the bar

Nefertiti on the table piff comin' out my pores

Rip for the slips, gotcha twitchin' at the George

Wen't from dodgin' B's to the Florida keys

Serious, can't leave him sleepin', I need more sour Ds

Fine tapestry out the gala in Napa

Sally had a one track mind, to be the queen of a trapper

Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs

That wack shit go against my beliefs

LT on the LP, iron on the mic

Who the fuck Ike Eyez, **** fuck you likewise

I ain't shit, my Daddy wasn't either

My momma told me different, but I never really believed her

We just needed to be B-boys, the ABCs of bein' a D-boy

In Bucktown, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down (Ruckdown)

Pa'l carajo, cantazo

Girl, you know the drill, mad drool del gargajo

Shoot the loogie, they super bourgie

Gobsmacked, dab right, cheek bone gooey, groovy (Cool)

Absolutely yucky, you out your league buddy

Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study

Get your crown spun around like black hawk down

Surrounded by the neighbors, we can hate you 'till the growl in town

Then freak show, never no beef though

Deep throat, they all deep throat, back and forth, and woosh! free throw

Feel the tension, feel the trenched in henchman

They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions

Gotten hoarse from yellin' four on the golf course

Scream vocal and sped off with dropped Porsche

Doom on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water

Group hug, who know the next time you see your daughter?

Real slaughter

**** skin a beautiful thing