STFU - Chris Webby, Merkules, Lil Windex

Yo, stomp down killers forever

Webby, what up?

Windex, I see you

Let’s go

Lately I been feeling like there ain’t no one as ill as I

First I make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise

This is dope money, you could say my name is Escobar

Killing all these rappers just became part of my repertoire

Doggy, I’m a python, you’ll never compare

Y’all are feminine, it’s evident I’ll end your career (yeah)

I put the smoke in the air tonight like I’m Phil Collins

I got the shakes like I’m withdrawing from pills often

And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I’m Sid Crosby

I got more Heat that Miami, I’ll fucking Chris Bosh 'em

I’m psychopathic, I’m doing acid and driving backwards

Every track that I’m rapping on is a fire hazard

So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the final chapter

Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just some hired assassins

A kamikaze with a loaded gun, wasted

Smoking dust naked in a pickup truck faded

Let’s go

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing

Cause these motherfuckers not like me

Yeah they seen their name buzzing

Now they wanna start something

That is not likely

We don’t need no introduction

(Motherfucker)

Better leave me be

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

I don’t vacation (nope)

I be in a lab on a free date

Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8

Rolling up the grass, puff pass like a relay

Ever since I used to say phat, with a P-H

Mario and Bowser combined

A cold blooded Italian and I’m out of my mind

And listen, half of the time I’m so high

Can’t believe my words actually rhyme

It’s autopilot, sitting back in recline

When I get a Grammy I’ma only credit the squad

Cause we been working too hard to share the credit with God

Shit’s a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance

Pro novelist, no stopping this

Drag 'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this

Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the water drip

Out the underground like I was found by archaeologists

All we do is mother fucking body shit

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing

Cause these motherfuckers not like me

Yeah they seen their name buzzing

Now they wanna start something

That is not likely

We don’t need no introduction

(Motherfucker)

Better leave me be

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

Every so often I get carried away

Yo what’s this motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me?

I swear to God that I’ma drop him, right there in his place

And toss his body in the coffin, he’ll get buried today

And Merk comes over, he’s like, «Windex chill

I think you’re off your rocker, you forget your pills?

Cause you ain’t been acting proper and you can’t sit still»

Man fuck you, just pass the vodka, it ain’t no big deal

I’m ruthless, I’ll smash your woman and then I’ll smash your sister

And replace your dad’s spot in every family picture

I’m standing outside the AA while I’m slamming liquor

I piss people off just to ask them if they’re triggered

Are you triggered?

Well I don’t give a shit, really

If a groupie wanna fuck then she can get the big willy

If somebody want that smoke

I’ll tell them where the bitch killed me

But don’t tell me to stop being a prick, 'cause I still will be

Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain’t say nothing

Cause these motherfuckers not like me

Yeah they seen their name buzzing

Now they wanna start something

That is not likely

We don’t need no introduction

(Motherfucker)

Better leave me be

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

2003 shit

CT to Canada shit

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me

Yeah