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 Sergeant 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   Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it   One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic   One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic   Killer Mike nigga!      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      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      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 gon' 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, you hate, you hate   It's too late, 'cause you hate   Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?      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      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      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      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      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      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      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      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      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      [Incomprehensible] We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch   OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike   [Incomprehensible] We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch