BAKER
Neva Slippin
[Intro]
Rappers and the record industry say that music isn't causing the violence, violence is causing the music
Move back mothafucka, violence is here!
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up! Move it!
Now, a freak is a freak and a hoe is a hoe
It's vulgar
Just throw that ass in the air!
It's violent
Why do I call myself a n***a you ask me?

[Verse: Baker]
Three 6's in the sky as I light the phonk
Mothafucka talkin' shit, lock his ass in the trunk
Chevy dunk, floater boy, no heart, just a void
In the dungeons where I roam, only thoughts are to destroy
So coy, wicked ways, samurai can turn a blade
Live and die by the sword, countin' the dicks that I put in the grave
Meditate, in a daze, fake i’m a murdered, I stand amazed
So I wait, all alone
All my friends are dead and gone
Devil spawn, I'm your sire from the depths, the pits of fire
Out to conquer your empire, total power's my desire
Feel my wrath, barbed wire around the blade, all black attire
Six-set is the choir, all peace has now expired
Don't admire bullshit, all your prayers are worthless
Bitch, I'm here to rebel and it's my only purpose
Nervous, cause I speak, countin' the minds of the weak
Reach my peak, for this beat
You cannot escape, I can't be defeat
[Outro]