[Intro: Guilty Simpson]

Guilty Simpson, nigga (Yeah)

Detroit, Michigan – let's go

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson, Paradime]

Live as fuck

With a big ass gun, who wanna size me up?

I got a 40 cal chilling right beside my nuts

Rap shit helps me monopolize my bucks (Yeah!)

Shotties'll pop and body your block (Get 'em!)

Fuck it, I'm hot, cocky or not

I'm tired of being humble, from here on out, I'm brash

Hot dog, with extra flash

Might blackout and give your necks a slash

And ain't a neighborhood around that could protect your ass, youngin

Gun shots mean Guilty's coming

And when I'm through chasing your ass, you'll still be running

I can say this verse twice, it'll still be stunning

For niggas stealing my style, I'ma steal their woman

Guilty Simpson, boy, I been hotter

The ace that'll treat your face like piñatas (Blaow!)

Toting toasters in my holster

Take beef well done, ask Ponderosa

Don't say shit 'cause I'll approach ya

With a bat to your grill like Bonds and Sosa

I get your ho hot like Fonz approached her

I flip my collars up, then she gave them dollars up

And leave your coward ass standing there without a buck

I'm trying to knock it out, bitch trying to knock it up

My lifestyle guarantees me a lot of sluts

That's why I like to get around like a hockey puck

A lot of bitches try to tell me that I'm cocky, but

I want it all and the universe is not enough

(The universe is not enough)

[Hook: Paradime]

He's special – especially with the heavy metal

Special, his gun shots'll make a mess of you

I suggest you, do what the rest do

Shut your mouth or rock a vest, dude – especially you

Special, especially with the heavy metal

Special, his gun shots'll make a mess of you

I suggest you, do what the rest do

Shut your mouth or rock a vest, dude – especially you

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

They keep me in the show 'cause I elevate crowds

In these dark days, I could separate clouds

And illuminate stages, but never take bows

There's so many jokes, I'm a glimmer of hope

Y'all chopped-up soap, you pretend to be dope

So I'm snatching all the apples in my enemies throats

I'm special, I think I got dropped on my head

So I watch for my bread and keep twat in the bed

A sure bet, I'm a lock for the spread

You can bet the house, you read my mouth

You'll see how real it is when I behead your spouse

Guilty Simpson, champion of one round bouts

I'm about gunplay, what y'all 'bout? NOTHING!

That's why I take y'all out and keep busting

Don't start static with us, 'cause we hustling

In broad day light, act like you seen something

You ever seen a hundred crooks on the grind

That'll put it through your window when you look through your blinds?

That's a real example of organized crime

That's why in every rhyme, I'ma glorify nines

And drive on the lines with the 45 flying

I'm ;bout to get rich or I'm gonna die trying

But my name ain't 50

Here to dominate the game, the game is shifty

[Hook: Paradime]

He's special – especially with the heavy metal

Special, his gun shots'll make a mess of you

I suggest you, do what the rest do

Shut your mouth or rock a vest, dude – especially you

Special, especially with the heavy metal

Special, his gun shots'll make a mess of you

I suggest you, do what the rest do

Shut your mouth or rock a vest, dude – especially you

[Outro: Paradime]

Uh! Guilty Simpson

Dabrye!

What y'all want, bitches?

Especially you