[Intro: DJ Paul]
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Queen]
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit (Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my crown)
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E (Manson-Manson Family bound, I'm gon', Manson Family bound, I'm gon')
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit (Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my crown)
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E (Manson Family bound, I'm gon', Manson Family bound, I'm gon')
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit (Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my crown)
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E (Manson-Manson Family bound, I'm gon', Manson Family bound, I'm gon')
[Verse 1: Yung Koke]
Now how can ya hang, and run ya mouth
Motherfucker don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout
Salute to my troops, cold murderers
Smokin’ blunts and the chronic, nigga, I’ll pass out
No love, when motivated, .38 slugs when demonstrated
Manson style, get crunk and wild
Nothin’-ass niggas steady player hate
Tra-8 wanna be like me, wanna rap like me
And havе everything that I got
Make a call—yo block gеt hot
My nigga Suave got the 18 shots
Break ‘em down like a motherfucking clown
Grab his ass by his motherfucking neck
Choke his ass if he got some ana’
Jack’ll go and get the goddamn TEC
It’s plain and simple, put one up to his temple
Nigga’s ain’t to nimble, damn near left him critical
We comin’ out blastin’, comin’ out mashin’
Talkin’ ‘bout, a Manson assassin
Run yo' mouth, we give you one chance and watch you shit in yo' motherfucking pants’s
No studio in me - whore shit, bring it on, you son of a bitch
Unneeded boy named Weedie, we gon’ hide yo' ass, triiick
[Verse 2: Lil Jack]
Every motherfucker sayin’ one word, Mossberg
How the fuck she wrote, motherfuck you hoes
Bitch, you wish you could fuck with these Manson niggas
Just wanna be buck with these Manson niggas
Killers, cocked back triggers, nine millimeters, mean-muggin’ yo' whole motherfucking clique
I got niggas down South, n' up motherfuckin' North that’ll die for this goddamn shit
These crazy-ass niggas that slip in the mask, M.A.N.S.O.N. thick on your ass
No studio in me, nigga, how the fuck you figure, these niggas won't ride on yo' ass with a blast?
Blast, fuck off who I click, funked out with yo' ass inside a bitch
You gon' player hate, we gon' demonstrate
With that chrome fourteen in your motherfucking face
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Queen]
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit (Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my frown)
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E (Manson-Manson Family bound, I'm gon', Manson Family bound, I'm gon')
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit (Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my frown)
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E (Manson Family bound, I'm gon', Manson Family bound, I'm gon')
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit (Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my frown)
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E (Manson-Manson Family bound, I'm gon' clown, 'bout my frown)
[Verse 3: Jon Doe, Lil Jack]
Ana' got me scopin' a hoe, I'm hearin' we got lil' [?], Damn, said it before
Locos in a [?] with the blow, rollin', maintainin', 'caine drainin' Jon Doe, hoe
Sacrifice your fucking body, and leave you in my trunk
Got you wishing, that you never test this clique, bitch, time to weed out you weak-ass punks
In the trunk with the Red Dog, balled off, hauled off
Straight to the room with the rest of the yo' boys
Blast with this TEC, with this beam on yo' chest
And you see niggas running from the automatic toys
Better duck from the blast, cover yo' ass, [?] traiting, hoes be hating
Fakin', shakin' (Niggas can't fade it, left in the dust, Manson style, baby)
J to the A, to the C to the K
Drunk in the junt, still smellin' like vodka
M.A.N.S.O.N. Family, bitch, you niggas can't stop us
We got that mob-type shit, so bring yo' pistols, bitch
No matter whatever you do, player hatin' niggas never wanna see a motherfucker on roof (Just face it, bitch)
Nigga had to leave Funkytown for a while
When we get crunk, we finna killed yo' ass
We finna diss yo' ass, bullet dead in yo' ass
We'll get on it and *gunshots*
We blast
[Bridge: DJ Paul, Queen]
You got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and some mo' shit
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E
You got bullshit rappers
You got bullshit rappers (Manson-Manson Family bound, I'm gon'- Manson Family bound I'm gon')
I'm hearing hoe shit on your T-A-P-E
[Outro: Lil Jack, Yung Koke, Jon Doe]
Yeah, this shit dedicated to that weak-ass boy
You know what I'm sayin'
Talking 'bout that hoe-ass shit nigga on his tapes
Fakin' like that shit is stoled, they wanna be Manson, you fat bitch
Motherfucker, you never smoked a pound in your life, hoe-ass nigga
You talk that shit, I'ma smack the shit out yo' punk-ass, nigga
Weak-ass, punk-ass, jelly-ass faggot, listen nigga
You can't rap! You got no niggas that could rap with
Weedie talkin' 'bout niggas try to rob you?
It's Manson
Jon Doe