[Hook]
You don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
Luciano!

[Verse 1: Julius]
If a n***a look into my
Head you will see that my screws are missing
I don't give a damn, got my tool to fix shit
When I say tool that's euphemistic
For the ruger, I'm not tryna confuse you nitwits
We can get on some pugilist shit
Or feud with biscuits, you can pick it
If you wanna shoot terrific
I don't usually miss with the Uzi, but you can risk it
You're dealing with a top notch professional
Choppin' necks is my profession now
I confess my style, rotten extra foul
N***as wanna get rid of me I can question how
Y'all dudes ain't hot ya less than mild
I suggest ya try to shut ya mouth
If I hear a consonant or vowel
Then I get to pulling out my chopper, wet cha BLAOW!
Yea, me and the Glock are best of pals
You can rock a vest but even Ron Artest
Cannot contest my shot under my T
Is the MAC in fact I'll Rocket just like Yao
Yea, I spit crack raw dope
Put an end to n***as with this cat draws close
I ain't tryna give you a minute to chat nah yo
I let the gat talk BRAP! n***a that's all folks!
Kenny Siegel!

[Verse 2: Kenny]
Y'all muthafuckas know that Kenny carry a weapon
That'll teach you n***as who test me a lesson
Ya sets finna lessen, no jestin'
I'll be up in a n***as home nestin'
He come back, raise my arm like I got a question
That's when I blast clips, put em in the casket
Hit em with the ratchet, hit em like a jab and
Stick em like a cactus, peel a couple caps and the
Bastards'll backflip, flip em like a mattress
I'll make a n***a need stitches in them like jeans
Hit em with a knife in a pit that n***a might sleep
Young villian I be killin em with my ink
Spillin on a white sheet, put em under white sheets
I'm a vulture with the coldest spit
For those who trip I hold them clips (I keep steel)
Like I'm motionless, close ya lip
Or chrome will spit, get blown to bits (when he spill)
Who can match me, this killer is crafty
This belligerent and militant n***a is nasty
Catch a n***a grillin thats when I'm peelin the MAC heat
Fold that muthafucka quick as the hem on my khakis
When this n***a administer sentences
I'm sinister when I'm spittin raps, n***as be tremblin
I'm venomous with a pen and pad, killin my nemesis
Even killin' the innocent diminishes n***as in a bad mood
Demetrius Capone!

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
The Beretta wet a competitor sweater up
Never fuck, with a predator, n***as better hide
Better duck, nevermind
I'm a Decepticon and Megatron'll find n***as every time
I eat competitors with every line, cause I read his mind
And served his freestyle ahead of time
Before the n***a ever said a line, then I infrared his mind
I dot n***as like the letter "i"
See y'all on that feminine shit
I'm a n***a on that criminal shit, you bitch n***as'll flip
My spit is ridiculous, sicker than syphilis
Slip in the clip and I'm ripping ya ligament quicker than lickety Split!
This menacing and venomous n***a
Been infamous since the beginning of Genesis, killin n***as with Sentences
The wickedest lyricist on the premises
With villainous flows, even killing innocent witnesses
If you a cop, I'm killing ya
From any block, n***a from here to La Cienega
I'm sendin ya shots, to get rid of the opposition
When I'm rippin the Glock, to get rid of the competition
I listen to Ambitionz Az A Ridah
Then the spirit of 'Pac enter me, then I got to hit em up
I don't, give a, fuck, you're not familiar
With the mafia, my n***as is la familia (n***a what?!)
[Hook]
You don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
Wait for it...
Uh, I'm a predator and a goon
With a MAC-11 and Tec, I'm better than you assume
Leave skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon
My weapon big enough to kill the elephant in the room
You irrelevant, you failin' in your development element
And I was intelligent in the womb
Excellin in the cocoon, with a extra digestive system
For all competitors I CONSUME!
Shoulda played the role of Cobain;
Suicide, tried to blow your own brain
Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap
Like you tried to blow your own brains
You can die, Duke and I, nukin my enemies like Kim Jong-il
Head huntin and pushin that red button so much
Even Dick Cheney and Bush like "Chill, dawg chill!"
Naw, I'm the real raw deal
I was built off skill, I'mma still draw steel
I'mma kill y'all still, I'll fulfill y'all will
I don't feel y'all real, on the real dawg KNEEL!
You could burn with Satan, no lie
Today's Friday, the day you gon' fry
Brr POW, CHICK-CHICK-CRAOW!
Those sound effects for the way you gon' die! (bye!)
You don't wanna fuck with me...