Lyrics:

'ICP, Esham, and the 2 Live Crew are coming to destroy you. Resistance is futile.'

I was dreamin' when I wrote this so forgive me, if it goes astray
Scalp your shit like ABK
And hand you back a toupee (Oh my god), Soopa Villains on the caper
Stack my paper like a sky scraper, fuck 8 mile you gone die hater faker
Play ya like an instrumental murder mental
Lincoln Continental, when I hit you roll up in a rental
Shoot out all your windows, livin' the life of infamy
Until the Lord sent for me, ain't no sympathy
Murder symphony, drinking Hennessey

Come with me just follow me
Let me take you to a place where you wanna be
Fresh Kid Ice out with ICP
Juggalo love for all to see
No matter (Matter) what they say, all my family come out to play
Lovin' fat bitches they run away
(Hoes) Hoes get outta line, we'll beat 'em, beat 'em
That's how the real hatchet boys treat 'em, treat 'em
'Cause bitches love me 'cause of who I am
Fresh Kid Ice, the China Man, hate on the fam
We don't give a damn step in the ring get body slammed

I need a minute but I ain't got one damn-it, your head I slam it
I take this dick and neden ram it, the man I am it
I'm sniffing cocaine
Until I'm propane
I'm choking, and smokin'
Yhey know my name is spoken
It's me and Fish, Esham, and Shaggy, Bitch
Seventeen sleepin' pills, in the banana clip
I jack my dick off to watch you lick it, I'm sick and wicked
Now chose between death and dyin', I'll let you pick it, dig it dig it, what

I roll through this bitch, pimpin' the game
Flippin' the lame, everyday shit don't change
Bitch you better have my money fo' sho'
Stop giving dick since 'eighty fo'
Fuck free pimpin', yeah, you know me
Ain't Fish & Grits if it ain't got no grease
Every one knows say we movin' on up
Hoes better love this nasty stuff

Man fuck all your bitches, I'm sick of this bullshit
It's rainin' diamonds and your full of that bullshit
It's a meteor about to smash into Earth (Pow!)
I hope you die mothafucka it's all you worth
And when you chillin' six feet, I be floatin' high strictly off contacts
And raspberry vodka (Yeah), so I hope it's somebody left to reminisce
Over your bitch ass, they showin' up missin' yet

If this mic was a bitch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pussy and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild
If this mic was a bitch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pussy and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild

I sit back and I think, with this blunt and this drink
Should I slit my fuckin' wrist? Bloods drippin' on the sink
Do I need to see a shrink? Bloods on my white meat
I'm writing rhymes in blood 'cause I don't use ink
Keep my eyes on the pride, you might miss it if you blink
Shooting torpedoes at your ship so it might sink
Flows ice cold froze like it's a ice rink
So singin' these lyrics might get you in the clink

I remembered his head between your legs
All up in the pussy in the bed
Don't you wanna play with me?
Fresh Kid Ice fill the fantasies
'Cause it ain't nothin' wrong 'bout havin' sex
Line 'em up lets see who's next
(Hoes) Hoes get outta line, we'll beat 'em, beat 'em
That's how the real hatchet boys treat 'em, treat 'em

I'm flat broke, from that smoke, my gats broke
So I'm stranglin' somebody for they money
Gettin' bloody 'cause I'm nutty like your ball bag
I'm killin' all fags 'cause I love to get pussy, when it's wet and mushy
I'll let you work me from here to Turkey
If you with it baby, unless you rockin' herpes
You can forget it baby, the only ice I got be on your wife's neck
And I got it yet but I'm about to get it bit

So stop playin' 'cause it ain't no game
I got sixteen in the clip and one in the chams
I'm ready to blow your brain, let you t-shirt stain
Nigga from Miami so I'm a hurricane
Flippin' every corner when I'm hittin' the block
Rollin' every corner when were droppin' the top
Nigga damn know you better check my style
2 Live Crew we'll never die

Poppin' wheelies backward or drivin' forwards in the Escalade
Gettin' my dick sucked from the back like always (Yeah)
Whiten out hoes eyes like bitch what bring it (Ho)
Put that neden back in those panties hoe its stankin' (Hugh!)
Got twenty-six pumps workin' and they fully juiced (Ha!)
I be banging with my homies like the hoover deuce
All I'm sayin', me E, J Fish and Ice
We hold it together like the mothafuckin' wire splice, bitch

If this mic was a bitch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pussy and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild
If this mic was a bitch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pussy and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild

We treat the mic like a pussy and hit it with different styles
I fucked that bitch from the back
Fresh Kid Ice, China Man
He fucked that bitch in the face
Yeah, yeah, Esham, Esham hit that shit doggy style
And made that bitch bark at the moon, at the moon, Shaggy