text: Our shit dont mix like yay and lukewarm water
  Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
  I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
  Show soldier ass niggas
  Im murder citys Sargeant Slaughter
  Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
  I betcha Ill drill your heifer like Black & Decker
  The pussy wrecker and White Water couldnt get it wetter
  Im guaranteed to never swiss cheese for more cheddar
  I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
  What up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
  Ive seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
  And creased denim threats delivered when I send em
  Niggas know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
  Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
  Banana niggas need to split
  Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique
  This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
  My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
  I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
  One muthafuckin verse and already its a classic
  One muthafuckin verse and already its a classic
  Killer Mike, nigga!
  Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
  The game is over K.B. baby wont you
  Just quit the contemplating cause
  Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
  Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
  The game is over K.B. baby wont you
  Just quit the contemplating cause
  Ill 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 dont stop for squares or octagons prepare
  Im not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
  Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but Im only poppin tweeters
  And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit my feet up
  Imma eat up anybody who tests this, Im blessed wit
  Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
  Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
  Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, yous in church
  And Im the deacon speakin while ya tweakin
  The preacher preachin, reachin, teachin speakin, being, breathin
  Youre not, your clock stop, and now youre 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
  Its too late, cause you hate, you hate
  Its too late, cause you hate
  Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?!
  Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
  The game is over k.b. baby wont you
  Just quit the contemplating cause
  Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
  Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
  The game is over k.b. baby wont you
  Just quit the contemplating cause
  Ill 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 Im talkin about
  Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
  But fuck that, Im 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, Im 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 minds expanding
  Readily rappin and snappin, snappin and trappin
  Thats just whats happening
  Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
  The game is over k.b. baby wont you
  Just quit the contemplating cause
  Ill box you in your muthafuckin mouth
  Dont you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
  The game is over k.b. baby wont you
  Just quit the contemplating cause
  Ill 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, Killer Mike