[Chorus: Carmike]
Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike, Carmike
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike

[Verse 1: Carmike]
I float like a butterfly, I stings like a bee
I’m-uh, rough and rugged as a motherfuckin' tree
One, two, three and don’t forget four
N***as that I flex with and wrestle to the fucking floor
One pop, two pop, sweat starts to pop, then I drop
Skinny Pimp kicks in the door, and he starts to wreck shop
Was that psychic shit, that 211 must have hit?
He picked me up for another, wipe the flames from my lips
He yelled, “Are you alright? My nig? My n***a? My man?”
I am what I am, and that’s all that I am
But I left rings around his nose like Toucan Sam
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there goes Mrs. Claude
She likely into pimp ridin', that ain't for fuckin' shorty
That bitch is constantly chewin', but the bitch is constantly usin'
Cause no-uh, can't get this penis, if it's you, bitch, I saw in my dream
And I am a roughneck, so the veins in my neck, you check
I want you
[Chorus]
Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike

[Verse 2: Carmike]
I drop off smooth spleens on your portrayal of your defence
I really don't like Christmas, 'cause I'm the damn Grinch
And for me, it’s easy to break you off somethin'
Somethin' like what? My foot broke off in your damn butt
Get guts, then get nuts, my rhyme kick like Mack Truck
That gangster, I'm the realster and the pimpster
The deuce, oh, not the four, oh, I can rap, ho
John Wayne on your ass, cause you're dealin' with the mack, jack
So roll up another indo sack, buy another pint of Yak
So welcome to the underground, in the cells, where I dwell
Better be down with this motherfuckin' pimp sound, well bitch, I'm versatile
What, you don't believe me? Watch how I rock the crowd
When I come with that wicked shit
(Guess who?) It’s Carmike (Carmike)
Damn, that n***a never quits, but I can't 'cause I'm
[Outro]
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike
Carmike, Carmike, Carmike
Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass
Carmike, Carmike, comin' at your ass
Carmike, comin' at your ass
Carmike, comin' at your ass
Carmike, comin' at your ass, comin' at your ass