It's been a while that I've been living between the lines

But I've been a child given a job to speak my mind

Been an overachiever since day number one

Brought a chainsaw to my own circumcision



And no rest for the weary

I'll sleep when I'm six feet deep under the ground dead and buried

Beyond that until that moment I'll keep on bombin

For all them swimmin against the stream like salmon spawnin



I J guy stay fly and rock the hizzouse

Explode like colon blow when I spit my shit out

I been there I've been back I've been through it

So I make music like it's my last day to do it



Chorus

You can't believe what we got

When we come to town and we set up shop

You can't compete with our stock

Pay attention it's the deal of the century



Come as you are to our shop

Holes in your pockets, holes in your socks

We got enough for you and your flock

Pay attention it's the deal of the century



We be mop tops, not hot shots that got lots

Mock yachts, hit hot heads that cock glocks

In soft spots, we beat the shot clocks that shock jocks

We show up, set up get up and rock spots



So here's the deal on our efforts

We're getting pennies on the dollar for our pounds of flesh

I'll bet you'll never see me rocking them diamonds and jewels

Cause our rent checks are best spent on bedspreads on vestibules



We know you know that we'll rock you like pebbles

And go for mass appeal cause mom says I'm Special

Yes we'll hit your whole house from grandma to grandson

All pro, all pack, all that and then some



CHORUS



Motherfucker it's official

Now I take issue with your position where you assumed I'd take the pos