feat. Big Boi
reason your girl want a divorce
Be at her crib with your kids saying 'fuck your fort'
Lil' nigga
[Verse 6: El-P]
The style is
Radiation leak at Mile Island
Also known as Chernobyl talk
Listen for the sirens
For the green I'm a hoarder
You're the poor distorter
Sorta morbid sonnin' these fuckin' whoredome explorers
I'm bored
Enough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sure
You suck a good dick for the fame
And couldn't resist getting played
I fuck like I'm headed to war
I'm really not playing no games
Tag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier that mentions my name
[Verse 7: Killer Mike]
I'm a soldier of fortune
A mercenary on beats
I'm merciless
I'll torture emcees, tie up both of they feet
If they refuse to run the jewels we'll beat the bottoms of feet
I'm talking grip pliers guys to the top of your teeth
Me and Jaime killed the competition, top of the heat
Is where we staying when they corpses resting under our feet
I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter
Told her she raised a bunch a fuck boys
Next time do better
Bitch
[Verse 8: Big Boi]
We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta
Future of the city
Daddy Fat Sacks don't give a damn cause can't now new niggas get with me
Now it's true
Niggas are simply simple minded simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designing
But would I be wylin'
No payola is required
My bank account obese as fuck, while yours sits on a diet
Nigga your lease is up, your fired
Quiet, that's how the boss talk
Retain ownership on everything, every car bought
And pay for no neighbors cause I'm sitting on acres
Went to Vegas, jumped a broom cause I wasn't trippin' on papers
Or no prenuptual agreement for mama if we broke up and she took half
I'll still be sitting on commas
Eight figures nigga
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