Get 'Em

[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]

The games about to get hot

Ayo doc, you better tell them other producer niggas that they bet' not drop

Wait

Cause Mr. Porter ain't playing

What the fuck is you saying, I'll fuck over you mans

When my crew get to bringing some guns and start the spraying

Have the whole crowd bowing like some Muslims praying

Boy, this niggas mad cause I fucked his toots

I got a way with hoes, my dicks long as Yao Ming foot, nope

Nope nope nah nigga your shits invalid

I'm bout money, you chasing bitches like Jimmy Fallon

Well I'm the type to get 'em fucked up, drunk and wiling

All crunk in the G-5 smilin, that's how I (get em, get em)

See if you want that ho back, you ain't close to no pimp you should focus on rap

I got bars big as coconuts nigga in fact

I keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

I don't give a damn my nigga

Peep me out I got a bomb ass gun and a landmine trigger

Posted at the bar, where I slam my liquor

Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters

You little insect fucks'll get crushed

No rap clique exists, it's just us

Saw you little fags, posing in the pages of the rap mags

And I am the black flag

Spraying ya'll chumps to death, I'm that bad

And I don't even speak to cats, I'm that mad

So if I was on some brand new shit

So what, you little coward niggas won't do shit

Approach with caution, your mans got issues

And I'm a great shot the heat, will not miss you

If we got problems, I will not diss you

I'm a sic the dogs on ya'll to come get you

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]

Six minutes Jay Elect you're on

I transform, and blast on a nigga like megatron

I got the power

I'm on fire like the west wing of the Pentagon and the North Tower

I'll break yo ass off proper

The resident doctors giving out one way tickets to ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya

These fuck niggas ain't real like Snuffleupagus

That's why when they bumpin they gums, we let the muskets buss

You don't believe me, ask em

We smack rappers in they face, spit on they kicks, and blast 'em

Yeah, get nervous now

I'm a fuckin animal with the verbs and nouns

I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns

You niggas look like heaps of steaks and burger mounds

When my ears start ringing, and them voices say hit' em

I have no motherfucking choice but to get 'em