[Intro: KingPin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
I feel so mothafuckin’ sick from the murders that I do
Blood streamin' down your neck, as I grip up to the Tec
Head poundin' like the pigs at yo' mothafuckin' door
No questions will be asked because you a stupid hoe
Find yo' mothafuckin’ body mutilated in the sea
Floatin' like a fuckin' trout, blood all spread out
You think there’s recovery? Bitch, you do not want to know me
F-R-E-D Dredd is me, feel me creepin' on yo' street
Body so sore from the bullshit I endure
Demons poisonin' yo' mind, lead you right to yo' demise
Say goodbye to yo' life because it will end so fast
Motherfuckin' hit the gas, 'cause your carcass will not last
Hit the motherfuckin' place, such a motherfuckin' shame
You will not look the same, once again I'll tell you, mane
I will kill you, not for play, just for pleasure, that's so sane
I can not ask any mo', shut the fuck up, hit the flo'
[Outro: KingPin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—