Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
 Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
 I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
 Show y'all soldier ass niggaz
 I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter
 Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
 I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
 This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
 I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
 I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
 What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
 I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
 And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
 Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
 Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
 Banana niggaz need to split
 Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta click
 This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
 My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
 I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
 One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic(x2)
 Killer Mike nigga!

 (Hook)(x2)
 Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
 The game is over k.b. baby won't you
 Just quit the contemplating cause
 I'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth

 (Big Boi)
 My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
 Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
 A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
 I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
 Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
 And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
 I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
 Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
 Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
 Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
 And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
 The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
 You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
 And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
 Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
 You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
 It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
 It's too late, 'cause you hate
 Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! (Hook)

 (Killer Mike)
 Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
 Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
 Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
 Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus

 (Big Boi)
 Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
 Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
 Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
 Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about

 (Killer Mike)
 Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
 But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
 Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
 Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches

 (Big Boi)
 Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
 You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
 We two of the dopest mic controllers
 Stack big bank, honey folders
 Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya
 Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
 Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
 Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding
 Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
 That's just what's happening (Hook)

 (J-Sweet)
 A whey you want come dis
 When you know you nuh fit
 You better move you bombo
 Before me start trip
 Nuff a them a talk OutKast
 Nuff a them a trip
 Nuff a them come in like a bitch
 Whey wear slip
 A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris
 A OutKast me spar wid
 So boy nuh try dis
 If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
 Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
 Boy hear me song an' thought a remix
 Brand new tune platinum hits
 We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
 OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike