[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
The Juicemane up in this motherfucker
My n***a Everclear, Tha Joker and Lil’ Gin finna break y'all some proper
Like this, biatch

[Verse 1: Everclear]
Another punk bitch getting sprayed in the face
Point blank from the gauge, catch me then you got a case
I doubt if they'd suspect me to be the one to take his life
Death row in my mind, diggin graves late at night
Dropping me a bitch in there, paralyzed, he’ll lie
Till I crank the chainsaw, n***a you couldn't be identified
Drop some dirt up in his face can't wait till I hit the hay
Blood dripping from my arm, police got me on the chase
DUI while the FBI wanna T.R.Y, to test my pimpin
I'm causing a vehicular homicide
State of Tennessee, screaming Memphis on the northbound
Who do they got in the Crown
Now the police wanna beat me down
Ass kick fantastic but drastic with a blasting
Bruising up my skull and shit, lower level ain't that a bitch
(?)
Never slipping like Dahmer, demons in my fucking soul

[Verse 2: Tha Joker]
Im sitting sad, mad in my room, doomed
But I see the light
20/20 vision for you busters slipping in the night
Ridin in the heavy Chevy, stopped and dropped them hoes to the curb
Straight up take an ass whippin, talking shit you gotta get served
Back to the subject, pulled up in my [?] ever so quick
Stopped before I knocked, I took a peak, [?]
Fuck that bitch
Jumped back in the Chevy, got no friends, so fuck this hostile life
So I cruise and bruise and every motherfuckin bitch in sight
Then I thought about it (Oh)
Shit cannot be fuckin me
Strung out on off some Cocaine P, carry me through this mystery
So I hit the gas, fast driving like a lunatic
Mississippi screaming demons hoping that I [?] off the bridge
But I cannot do it, can't go through it so I hit the brake
But the gas pedal stuck, what the fuck, is it too late?
Now im dazing, gazing, at the pistol thinking suicide
Caught up in the [?] thick as mud, man im jus so tired
[Verse 3: Lil Gin]
Now back
Of this crookedness I done mentioned
I got warrants on my head but I ain gon pay it no attention
Im in the kitchen cooking up this dope, that I learned in Science
I learned to count in Algebra, so I got eight plus nine-
Shots for a bitch that might force through my door
Just shoot me in my head cuz I ain't tyrna hit the floor hoe
Especially n***as that thinking that bull shit, plan to take me for my rep
By pulling your pistol won't make no difference
Bitch you finna meet your death
Shoot first or die first
Leave you in a fuckin hearse
Removing your face and slow and shit
Bullets plugging in your shirt
No matter if there was no robbers, no matter if there was a knock
Im blue to the trigger
I can’t prevent the pippity-pop
Dropped on his ass, he flat from the overdose
Rotating by pulling the hammer back
Preacher leave the casket closed

[Outro Juicy J & Lil Gin]
[?]
Yea y’all n***as better leave that shit alone
Cuz y'all ain’t prepared for the doctor to call mamas and tell her her baby boy's gone
Leave the casket closed bitch
Yea
I wanna say whassup to them n***as on uh LSP
Lil Base, Lil Yo, Big [?], Lil Tim, Lil Pooh
Know what im sayin
I wanna say whassup to Lil CEO
Now im with the Corner [?]
Yo Lynch, Mr Black on 5th street, [?] on northside
Nashville street
Uhh them n***as in Smokey city, my n***a lil Larry, Tony walker
Terry walker, [?], the Fudsons, Lil Bobby, Ty-yo
Yea, them n***as on Woodlawn