Snappin' & Trappin' (feat. Killer Mike & J-Sweet)

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 **** I'm murder city's Sergeant Slaughter

Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber

I bet ya I'll drill your heifer like Black and 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 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

**** know I Fedex my shit overnight, express my shit

Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list?

Banana **** need to split

Quit fuckin' with this thorough Atlanta clique

This here is Slum Lordz, make your terrific shit tragic

My pen and pencil 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, ****

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 that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop

Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumping off the top

A **** don't stop for squares or octagons, prepare

I'm not the one who scared

The Piccolo Pimp done set up shop

**** you pop lock for pop rocks but I'm only popping tweeters

And woofers and pussy be blowing purple with my feet up

I'ma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed with

Super human powers poke your chest in

The next of kin gon' be the first one like some Mexican to buck

****, you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church

And I'm the deacon speaking while ya tweaking

The preacher preaching, reaching, teaching, speaking, being, breathing

You're not, your clock stop and now you're laying in a pretty box

Now the pastor only talking about 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 'cause you hate

Punk pussy ass bitch, what you wanna do? Who want some? (Game over, game over)

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 gon' get a little crazy

Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby

Goop gobbler, goop gravy, no dickin' her down to the ground

Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout

Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering 'bout

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 throat 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 with 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 slizzard, my mind's expanding

Readily rapping and 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

A whey you want come dis when you know you nuh fit

You better move you bombo before me start trip

Nuff a them a talk OutKast, nuff a them a trip

Nuff a them come in like a bitch, whey wear slip

A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris

A OutKast me spar with so boy nuh try dis

If you dis boy shot knaw go miss

Gun shot a teck your boy just like fits

Boy hear me song an' thought a remix

Brand new tune, platinum hits

We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch

OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike

We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch

OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike

We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch