[Intro]
Everything I say you say the motherfucking opposite

[Hook]
Everything I say you say the motherfucking opposite
Now you try to leave me with [?] and no pot to piss
Now, I gotta run up in your house and go start the shit
Everybody gotta die, I can't afford to leave no hostages

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
N***a, I was off that ID
Put her in the back of the ride, leave
Take her to the woods to the crime scene
Where's the shovel? I got a head to cut off before I'm seen
I'mma get rid of the body in the lobby
And I'm probably gonna need that help
I'm sicc in the brain, spittin' the flames
Sniffin' the powder like I be sniffin' the 'caine
Fuck, it's hella traffic, I'm agitated it's Friday
You get me G, I kill, and Yosemite is where I play
I'm out of my mind, I rip these bitches' pussies up when I lay
Gotta get rid of the body then I'm off to the next then I wait...
Grrr!
From here to Mississippi motherfuckers be comin' up missin'
I'mma tuck 'em up when I finish, I cut the guts
Then it's the sinister finishin' menace
I diminish and when it is dinner it's best when it's innocent
[Interlude]
Hey, lady! Hey, Ms.! (huh?)
Hey, I'm having problem with my car
You think you can, uh, give me hand?
(Uh, yeah, no problem. Is everything ok?)
Yeah, I was just tryna grab a bite, couple things
So I can fix my car, damn

[Hook]
Everything I say you say the motherfucking opposite
Now you try to leave me with [?] and no pot to piss
Now, I gotta run up in your house and go start the shit
Everybody gotta die, I can't afford to leave no hostages

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
N***a, it's Friday the 13th: my day to kidnap your niece
You walk in the door, she on her knees
She high off the coke, she high off the weed
Sucking my motherfucking nuts
I'm 'bout to rip them motherfucking guts up
When I get 'em I got 'em, I gotta make suffer
Get rid of 'em quick, I gotta get cuttin'
And drop the body parts off in the pot ham hock
Somebody call the damn cops
Matter of fact call the fucking coroner
I'm standing in the corridor with the knife in the backpack
I put them in the back of the Cadillac
I even just sex 'em in the nap sack
Fuck, it's hella traffic, I'm agitated it's Friday
You get me G, I kill, and Yosemite is where I play
I'm out of my mind, I rip these bitches' pussies up when I lay
Gotta get rid of the body then I'm off to the next then I wait...
Grrr!
From here to Mississippi motherfuckers be comin' up missin'
I'mma tuck 'em up when I finish, I cut the guts
Then it's the sinister finishin' menace
I diminish and when it is dinner it's best when it's innocent
[Hook]
Everything I say you say the motherfucking opposite
Now you try to leave me with [?] and no pot to piss
Now, I gotta run up in your house and go start the shit
Everybody gotta die, I can't afford to leave no hostages

[Outro]
*Muffling*
Come with me
Shut the fuck up bitch, just walk with me, walk over there
I don't give a fuck what I did to your motherfucking daughter
Get this shovel, get this shovel, take this shovel, bitch
Start diggin', start... (where? where?)
Right there bitch! Look, you're just supposed to dig right there
(Where?)
Alright, get your ass in the fucking shit!
(No, oh my god, no, no)