Ten, nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four
Three, two, one
Yakzua, we go brazy
Run it up, 'bouta go brazy
Pull up and I pop out all black 'cedes
I said pay me
Motherfuckers hate me
Yakuza, we go brazy
Run it up, 'bouta go brazy
Pull up and I pop out all black 'cedes
I said pay me
Motherfuckers hate me
Gra-ta-ta
My gun go pop, pop, pop
Excuse my talk, talk, talk
I need that top, top, top
I got my boots strapped and I'm lookin' for a war
Yeah I'm fuckin' on all of these whores
Kill a man but I feel so bored
No, I don't think I've seen enough gore
Fuckin', jit, I got 10 homies in the fucking pit
Love it, bitch, I got hella ponies in my fuckin' whip
Yah, er-
Yah, er-
Yeah we comin' on top, er-
Yah, er-
Yah, er-
Fuckin' like I'm magic, my cock hurt
D-d-d-d-d-d-did I stutter?
I feel depressed with the way I mutter
I need a blade but I'm not a cutter
Last name Lang, and my first name Clubber
Ooh, $atori Zoom, the guy that made buster
I just wanna say that I bumped all summer
I'ma fuck your bitch until her guts hurt
Fuck out my face, 'fore you meet my sputter
Went to church, I ain't goin' back
Pastor died from a heart attack
Said I got demons in my eyes
Said I made Mother Mary cry
Told that bitch to come fuck me
Stupid bitch never loved me
Eminem, no recovery
Wait until they discover me
Yakuza, we go brazy
Run it up, 'bouta go brazy
Pull up and I pop out all black 'cedes
I said pay me
Motherfuckers hate me
Yakuza, we go brazy
Run it up, 'bouta go brazy
Pull up and I pop out all black 'cedes
I said pay me
Motherfuckers hate me
(AV with that drip, hoe)
(AV with that drip, hoe)
(AV with that- AV with that-)
(AV with that drip, hoe)