text: Hello lord, its me again
  I just wanna make love to the whole globe
  And all her girlfriends
  Now dont that make ya mind move
  Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
  Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty
  I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gon win
  Now wont that make us all fools, like class clowns
  Praying Private Ryan comes round
  Sound travels at one-thousand-one-thirty feet per second
  Niggas in the street they want it, hurry
  When niggas stop biting thats when 3000 starts to worry
  A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
  Answer quick: do you know what desire is? 
  Apparently not, thats why you get what you got
  Now answer this: do you know what fire is? 
  The body of hot, the motivator of pots
  Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
  Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
  What the future holds in its sweaty palms
  Think Im finna vom?
  You move it like you mean it, shell come
  Prom night might excite a down right fight like
  White blood cells to the common cold rebel
  Night gets jealous of day, play is no longer
  The feelin gets stronger than ammonia sticks inhale
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  And we some home-made bombs
  Finna blow right up in your face
  Look at the way you look at me, I see it on your face
  All your hate emanates, but you still hesitate
  Cause you want inside of my head, but dont know how
  To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
  Fuck that, I see the way you were
  See the way you smirk
  Im catching you where you work
  God only knows all the trouble that grows
  Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
  Can I blast those who point the finger at me
  Who criticize and talk shit so freely
  Fuck XXL—youre a size too small
  I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
  Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
  Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
  Im the outcast coming to blaze the grass
  Outlaw due to my life thats come to pass
  Dré, pass me the glass of wine
  So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
  For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
  Jump into my ragtop and get all in
  Im the bomb, planted in your car—why you frozen?
  Pop the tape in ignite the explosion
  The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
  The world is lost, the world is tossed
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  And we some home-made bombs
  Finna blow right up in your face
  With a one-two punch, B-Real and André drop they verses
  Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up, so it worsens
  People and persons on the opposite teams, oh, yes, its curtains
  No bullets burpin, oh, just lyrically twerking, oh
  Making a statement when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
  Its kinda hard to execute when you aint feeling it that day
  Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
  Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer
  Got the publics ears fucked up, cant hear
  Atlanta, Georgia where yall at? 
  OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
  Got this thang licked like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
  Making that music that make your neck hurt
  And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
  Six woofers and four amps
  Lo pro vogues on swole, with the carriage lamps
  Diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
  Come in peace, but then explode like boobie traps
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
  We just cant be amazed
  And we some home-made bombs
  Finna blow right up in your face
  Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
  Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
  Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
  Do-do-do, do, do-do-do