You came to this now, huh?
We gotta cuttin' them motherfuckers
every time I come around,
niggas look at me up and down,
My stress is that it's all time high
Do I gotta open his head up,
levitate him while the verses flow
Oh no, we gotta bleed up,
The devil ain't got no love for ya,
You don't want a nigga like me
The way my demons want you dead,
Yo, son, the G -Low suck, so what?
We gon' see how tough you be
Talkin' more shit than a critic would
Till we visit his hood, break his limbs,
chop him down, split his wood
Time out, get him out the game
Anyway, fuck what anybody say
I can live without the fame
I came to master the game
You can't, uh, weather the storm
My killers chant, die, die
Got all my killers in the van
Bout to murder, ride, and stride
you better be some herbicide
and you'll continue to lie
You ass, you with your suit lightin' ass
And try to step in the room
I give you a shot at the title
Close your eye, don't fall, close your eye
You want a piece of this?
You can't handle a scandal
For those who never heard of me
Gotta be in your head like perjury
Concoct the evil rhyme in
Then boom and words from hell,
Tell me your favorite white rapper
Scribble my name on the wall in blood,
wanna kill too many people
So I have to hear no, see no,
say no motherfucking evil
Brain, surgery, open your head up,
wake the dead up, never let up,
when you fall down, never get up
Brain, surgery, open your head up ,
wake the dead up, never let up,
when you fall down, never get up
Copy my skills in operation
Lookin' in your mind, bitch,
Open up your head and hit that 9
I tap them nerves and it makes you wiggle
I kill more brains than Dr. Giggles,
so call us up if it's urgent
Dr. Kim, your fucking brain surgeon
Dr. your fucking brain surgeon
Dr. Kim, your fucking brain surgeon