(feat. Lil Wayne)




[Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne] 

Uhh, straight off the bat 

I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq 

And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack 'em 

And snap back and battle my own shadow 'cause y'all wack 

And all that bullshit ya talkin' startin' to get funky 

Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies 

Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky 

We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey 

Yes, I want you to come around here with that playin' boy 

I'll shoot this mutherfucker till I burn my hand boy 

Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy 

This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy 

I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile 

They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down 

You get the stampede, I make blood bleed 

You suck dick, I suc-ceed 

Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes 

So I'ma spit in ya face 

Kevin 



[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] 

Singin' ay yo oo ohh (ohh) 

Ay yo oohh (ayy) 

Ay yo oo ohh 

(So I'ma spit in your face) 

Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) 

Ay yo oohh (ayy) 

Ay yo oo ohh 

(So I'ma spit in your face) 



[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne] 

If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place 

Bow ya home, how ya gon' 

Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around 

Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin' the ground 

Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy 

We are not from the same home boy 

My Nina Baker bring your joy 

I'll destroy who ya employ 

I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy 

Y'all so backwards, I don't do backwards, I'ma Swisher man 

Eight in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman 

Yeaah, You guys is bitches, little girls 

And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl 

Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil 

And I do whatever for the root of all evil 

Gold, silver, bronze, no try that black medal 

Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to Heaven 

Kevin! 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne] 

And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am 

Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded 

Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack 

I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back 

Let's just hope that you get it 

And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it 

Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon 

Mr. Martian will hang yo' ass from the moon 

'Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon 

Turn your I.D. to a tomb 

Goons are us, the foods for us 

We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us 

We will take the knives, and we will take the wives 

And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives 

Yeah 



So I'ma spit in your face 

Yeah, I'ma, so I'ma spit in your face, yeeah 



[Chorus]