Adam Is Eve

We ready (we ready)

I'ma stand for mine (we ready)

I'm takin' dead or alive (we ready)

And don't tread on mine (we ready)

'Cause we always ready (we ready)

And I'ma stand for mine (we ready)

I'm takin' dead or alive (we ready)

And don't tread on mine (we ready)

'Cause we always ready

Fence to these backwoods and you gon' get your ass whooped

You better get your act right 'fore you get your life took

King Von of country rap, Backwoods, John Gotti

Better check my rsum, boy, I done got bodies

Nicknamed the Fuckboy Sandal 'cause he flip-flop

Approximately standin' 5'5' on your tip-top

No one looks up to you, tall as a tube sock

Better hit your life alert 'cause your lifeline's gone

Just in time for the booz (shit, bitch)

Approximately standin' 6'6' and you still a bitch

All that money in your mouth and you broke, bitch

Had your fat chick on the net sellin' dick pics (shame)

I bet you sell your soul for some change (we broke)

Birds of a feather flock together, it's a damn shame

You used to be my brother from another mother

'Til you fucked me with no lube, didn't even wear a rubber

Then you tossed me to the gutter, but I came out shinin'

Gotta deal with Empire, on the charts climbin'

You can never kill the goat, you're a sheep, not lion

And we ready for war, I'm not lyin'

We ready (we ready)

I'ma stand for mine (we ready)

I'm takin' dead or alive (we ready)

And don't tread on mine (we ready)

'Cause we always ready (we ready)

And I'ma stand for mine (we ready)

I'm takin' dead or alive (we ready)

And don't tread on mine (we ready)

'Cause we always ready

A fuckboy, a punkboy, you both fraud

Waka-flocka broad day, get it front lawn

Got 'em hoppin' through the street, no leapfrog

I got that boy switchin' sides like the game pause

And if I ever get a chance, I'm hittin' Marge wrong

You scared of war, that's why you livin' through your son, dawg

And when shit started gettin' deep, all you did was run

To your daddy church, I know the truth hurts

I bet you big boy mad, I got a big boy bag

You tried to hit me from behind like a fag would

Hold on, did you get it like a fags wood?

We are not the same bitch, you get your ass whooped

You wanna be downs, have Napoleon syndrome

And talkin' all that rah-rah and let them fists go

No Diddy, but it's time to see them nuts hang

Affiliated with them killers, let them fingers bang

Hit a shit-a Roxy thirty, get your head ring

I got a choir full of choppers, let them thangs sing

I turn this pen to blue steel, let my finger itch

Adam is Eve, and Eve was a snake bitch

We ready (we ready)

I'ma stand for mine (we ready)

I'm takin' dead or alive (we ready)

And don't tread on mine (we ready)

'Cause we always ready (we ready)

And I'ma stand for mine (we ready)

I'm takin' dead or alive (we ready)

And don't tread on mine (we ready)

'Cause we always ready