(feat. Son Doobie)

[Mad Child]

Yo, try not to often speak on subject

Unusual suspect, revenge I must get

Vengeance is mine which make me heartless

Department of justice would love to bust us

Bang hard, get jacked by gang squad

So we keep it on the low, make us untouchable

Hard hittin when my man start spittin

We walk off through gettin, dont take orders

Try harder, cause I got friends down for murder

Roll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seat

Take you out back, crack back, till task complete

Beat to death, assassins disguised as waiters

Madchild, Darth Vader, and the caped crusader

Top that, barracuda, black panther, and bobcat

Anger management and unlimited guns

Natural born killers of the primitive one



[Chorus: Son Doobie]

Cause the spot's that hot

A lot of shots bust but I can't get got

And niggas wanna pop up forget me not

Yo I bust two shots

See y'all can't stop swollen members



[Son Doobie]

Yo duck down, hop up now

I don't give a fuck now

Whats up now, the ruck sound

I'm up in the club now

Touchdown, I bust out rocks, with my rough style

Run around and fuck around get lost in my funhouse

Any member, I dismember, remember

For writer's book yo I be the cut expert

Your head jerk, my network thick like double decker

Enter surrender raps select swollen members

Lone defenders, send bullets through contenders

Tempers red hot like red fox fuckin with esther

Deck the saint jock I stallone like sylvester

Funk molester, impress all semester

Aggressor, protector, successor sub forever

Uncle Fester cut back the Winchester

Record like ill connect son like Caressa

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