Slap That Bitch - Prophet Posse

Well I’m back, Killa Kev, and I’m gonna make you feel it

My rap-life been hurt and now it’s time for me to heal it

You thought I was gone and I would never come back

But now you hear my name in lyrics all over this track

My folks alive cause I’m tight, I got you excite

I got a rifle cocked back for a punk Lil Wyte, let’s fight

You thinkin' you tough, you thinkin' you buck

Well if you thinkin' that you harder than a killer, step up

And I can lyrically defeat you or physically beat you

But it don’t matter either way, cause Killa gonna reach you

And I would give you credit, if you deserved it little bitch

But I’m honest, you ain’t worth more than a dookie of shit, bitch

So what the fuck, go ahead and run your mouth

So I can get mad and knock your fuckin' teeth out

You got big balls, come back with a song

Cause I started this shit and now it’s on

Yo, most of these niggas be wanna-be killers

I got a bitch with clips to get at you niggas

And yall know I’m straight-up making it happen

Way before I started rapping, I fucked with them original killers

Yo, and I got niggas that’ll kill for pounds

All my niggas’ll let off rounds, so play it smart

Cocksucker, ya boy don’t play no games

Violate me, 6 shots to your brain

Yeah, and I’m repping the North

North Memphis, stand up

Yall get ya boy cause these niggas be

Sellin them tickets and know they ain’t ready

I’m cocked and they heavy so bitches get at me, I’m not playin

Mac E be, low-key, 40 cal.

tucked-in

No luck, you will lose, I’m real, fuck him

The new boy, got it locked for them foes

Mac E, I ain’t playin with you hoes, I’m ready to roll

It’s Nicky Scarfo, mafioso

Bustin' niggas with the fo'-fo', fo' sho' doe, on the low doe

Murderer, killer, dealer, Nick Scarfo, real cap-peeler

Been running these streets, they don’t run me

If a nigga run up, I let him feel the heat

From hot nine, slangin' hot ass iron

Tryin' to get some of mine, then bitch you dyin'

Prophet the Prophet the Prophet the Posse

On a killing spree, like some motherfuckin' nazis

And a boy keep on talkin', I’ma slap him up

And all these platinum plaques, I’m tryin' to rack 'em up

Cause I’m the boss nigga, of this Prophet shit

And went and rounded up, a brand-new click

So buckle up, I think you better sit back

And if you act like a bitch you gonna get slapped