(feat. Kon Artis, Obie Trice)



Ha, ha, ha, ha

Yo what up, its Essman Spectrogams, my man

Kon Artis, Obie Trice, Denaun Porter

DJ motherfucking Butter, shit happens

That's right, 2000-2001, D-Tweezy



[Kon Artis]

Knockout blows, mics get torn, out the frame without metronomes

Niggaz want money, we send they ass home

Without cab fare after my dick get blown

The sign says no smoking so we smoke

The bill come after we eat so we break out

Loudmouth at the lunatic house 

With a bunch of Looney Tunes that'll go right in your mouth

We the reason for split wigs, blood puddles shot up dead

Baby momma with no daddys and 8 kids, criticize this

Ya'll all can drink elephant piss and eat shit

Guess you didn't listen the first time

What am I supposed to do, keep wasting my talent on battle raps

Fuck that, I do this for Bugz

The only battling I do is when I'm shooting up clubs 

DJ Butter, Obie Trice, shit can happen, D-Twezzy



[Obie Trice]

Aye yo I spit through the music equipment

I talk shit to your chicks like I was intestines son of a bitch

I lay ya flat like Charlie Batch the quarterback

Getting sacked by that lineman, we feeling this asscrack

O Trice the famed faggot I'm passed that

I'm out for the ass cap literally

Bust a slug in your right cheek

From these verbal tethlon that motherfuckers speak

I run the blocks with a slew of freaks

That love jacking niggas to accumulate heat

Accommodate them bitches with the seats

Strip ya car empty sit it on the street

I hope ya got ya policy back, no apoligy for that

DVD that was snatch, niggas catch wooden bats

Loose steel gats, juvenile thugs running up in ya flat

Fuckin with us, you need aspirin for the act

Its an outcold feeling in hearing ya fibula crack

Obie trice and Kon Artis the hardest

Regardless, flawless

That's why Butter brought us

Butt ugly bitches wanna record us

And be sugar mommas and take us off the corner

Shit happens