OutKast, Killer Mike and J Sweet - Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like yay and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter, splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show soldier ass niggas
I'm murder city's Sergeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
The pussy wrecker and White Water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to never swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's up? Whatever, sable fur to lamb leather
Seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
With creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Niggas know I FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list?
Banana niggas need to split
Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique
This here is Slum Lordz, makin' terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Take raw coke, cook it, crack it, saran wrap it
One motherfuckin' verse, already it's a classic
One motherfuckin' verse and already, it's a classic
Killer Mike, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't you be looking at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, KB, baby, won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'Cause I'll box you in your motherfuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, KB, baby, won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'Cause I'll box you in your motherfuckin' mouth

My Cadillac got the boom-boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in
The next of kin gon' be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
Nigga, you're stuck like a truck in wet dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin'
Speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now the pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, it's too late 'cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over
What you wanna do?
Who want some? (Game over, hey)

Don't you be looking at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, KB, baby, won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'Cause I'll box you in your motherfuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, KB, baby, won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'Cause I'll box you in your motherfuckin' mouth

Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape, G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop gobbler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic controllers
Stack big bank, honey folders
Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving lavish leading ladies leaving landmarks
Of lemon-lime lip gloss on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzered, my mind's expanding
Ready to rappity snapping, snapping and trapping
That's just what's happening

Don't you be looking at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, KB, baby, won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'Cause I'll box you in your motherfuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like you want to
The game is over, KB, baby, won't you
Just quit the contemplating
'Cause I'll box you in your motherfuckin' mouth

Ah weh you wan' come diss
When you know you nuh fit?
You better move yuh bombo
Before we start trip
Nuff ad dem ah talk OutKast
Nuff ah dem ah trip
Nuff ah dem come in like a bitch weh wear slip (Lawd ah mercy)
A J-Sweet me name an' me already criss
Ah OutKast me par wid, so, boy, nuh try diss (me say)
If you diss, boy, shot nah go miss
Gun shot ah tek you, boy, just like fits (me say)
Boy, hear me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune, platinum hits (me say)
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike (me say)
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch (me say)
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch (me say)
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike

Written by:
Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Corey Andrews, John Clarke, David A. Sheats, Michael Santiago Render, David Sheats, Michael Render

Publisher:
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