[intro]. You don't want none of it none of it. You know we come wit it come wit it. Go get your guns and clips guns and clips. Give them their punishment punishment. (Kill who we wanna kill bust who we wanna bust). (Steal what we wanna steal fuck who we wanna fuck). [verse one: Livio]. Eh yo I need a mic I kick rhymes at the speed of light. I'm a different person everyday I wonder who I be tonight. I got split personalities for niggas that try to challenge me. I make 'em walk through galleries and get on they nerves like allergies. I make 'em burn calories I make 'em earn salaries. Livio I'm the one I make rappers call me Your Majesty. I'm blindin' ya eyesight I feel like I been alive twice. The SOURCE can't even deny this deserves more than five mics. My style is hard if ya bite me you'll be chippin' ya tooth. As soon as I get in the booth niggas witness the truth. I hit ya hard and tell Bizarre to get me the Proof. You niggas might be dyin' to win but ya livin' to lose. I'm givin' you clues you already forgettin' the news. I came to make ya feet stank and take a shit in ya shoes. Now I got two niggas wit me but you'll hear what I said first. I'll make ya head burst and keep it rollin' like Fred Durst. If you got a live album I'll turn it into a dead verse. I go berserk 'cause of the way my brain networks. No matter where ya at you do it here do it there. Ain't nothin' jockin' you niggas but a little bit of pubic hair mothafucka. [chorus]. Niggas can't fuck wit me. And you niggas is stuck wit me. D-12 is up wit me. And you niggas can't fuck wit me. (2X). *2nd time background voice says*. Kill who we wanna kill bust who we wanna bust. Steal what we wanna steal fuck who we wanna fuck. [verse two: Bizarre]. Marchin' 90 ghosts gold roast plus plaque. You laid on ya back Bizarre overreacts. Bitches and ballers I'm stickin'. Give you a 2-piece like Kentucky Fried Chicken. From Seattle to Detroit I gets gully. I beat a bitch's ass who swear to God I'm Huggy. You wanna fight? Let's throw up. Ask Three-6 Mafia about the clubs we done tore up. Bizarre come through wit a street cleaner. You see so much Blood you'd swear you was in Pasadena. Battle? I'll run through ya crew. Mad 'cause you ain't out like Playstation 2. Detroit what?! You dealin' wit a fuckin' nut. Fuck ya grandmother in the butt call her a dirty slut. You wanna battle? Skidaddle!. 'Cause you ain't needed like Patrick Ewing in Seattle. [chorus: (2X)]. [verse three: Proof]. I spit flames Dirty Harry's the nickname. Kidnap sluts and feed 'em crack like Rick James. Neighborhood Spiderman hype off Vicaden. And generic vitamins snypin' through a rifle lens. At ya church at who recitin' them triflin' Bible kins. Then gank the Billy Blanks for his rank and tae-bo gyms. Come hard when I write wit slugs slide viagara. Make you fall like Niagra marvelous is haggler. The bad batter that smash matter. Make your chin a glass shatter ya moms I'll blast at her. I'm a glock holder born in October. A pot smoker that was high when I shot Oprah. My cradle was knocked over I'm not sober. Bumpin' Biggie Smalls run by wit two of Tupac's posters. Proof and Livio love to spit a flow. Make ya Faces of Death out ya next video. [verse four: Livio]. Yo pass the mic and watch me come off fast as light. They love to hear what I say when they got questions they ask me twice. I answer once I don't spit rhymes to rhyme to. I spit shit so you could tell when you bein' lied to. I don't wanna be lied to so I got nothin' to ask a liar. Why even bother wit a man that make 'em suck like pacifiers?. So pass the fire fa sho I drop the guillotine fa sho I got the killa green. That shit that make me look like I'm from the Phillipines. I'm talkin' chinky-eyed I'll make a man scream so loud everyone think he died. I'll cut off four of his fingers and let his pinky slide. And take him deep down under I mean it brotha. I'll jam you up like peanut butter. And shine ya ass up till I make ya fart replenish. I'll make ya heart diminish. I take you start to finish I plan on gettin' high as a cloud. As soon as I break apart the spinach yooo.... You don't want beef wit me my beef is heavy enough to break ya dish. When you see me make a wish 'cause I'm a leave you wet as a fish. I ain't the type to tell 'em twice Livio let 'em learn. They treatin' rap like doorknobs and lettin' everyone get a turn. Let the air hit emcees be a part of hip-hop. Man you niggas couldn't rap if you worked at a giftshop. Fuck you fuck you uh... mothafucka!. [chorus: (6X)]