[Produced by: Statik Selektah]

[Sample]:

"What good is a castle way high on hill?"

[Intro: XV]

Yeah. Whoooo! You a motherfucker Statik! And I'm a bad motherfucker. Don't play this for the kids

I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking

Have a good time motherfucker

That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action

What it look like motherfucker?

[Verse 1: XV]

It look like Marcellus Wallace when I'm standing on my wallet

Up in mo hoes but I never went to college

Polish my flow, dropping shit, colonic

Just me and my dawg, Wallace & Gromit

Detonating bombs and more are set, Alanis

You ought to know I'm bought to blow, isn't it Ironic?

In the past I was the future like Johnny Mnemonic

And I did it through computers, guess I Troned it

Then (Ever)ything was Clear, gin and tonic

I want Halle/Halley, not Berry, the Comet

I guess until then I'm cool with an ill comic

Till Statik brings some chronic and the Philharmonic

And my shit's still knocking, deep as Uncle Phil's pockets

Shoot for the stars with every bar, cause I really rocket

And I earned it well

As for they careers? They deserve to die and I hope they burn in Hell!

Like

[Hook:]

Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking

Have a good time motherfucker

That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action

What it look like motherfucker?

I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking

Have a good time motherfucker

That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action

Say "What" again motherfucker

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]

Come up out the throne nigga that's my seat

Imma son you niggas, how about I get you a hot seat and a fucking Hi-C?

Or a Varsity Blue City Club, that be the posse

Attitude, fuck it, yeah the flow a little raunchy

Body everything, this another one in counting

A dog on these beats, like Statik said he had a bounty

This the Tyson fight, my punches knock 'em out by round three

They boy fresh to death, like they drown me in Downy

I be dropping hot shit

Fly Samuel L. Jackson, I can see the Snakes in the cockpit

Watch this

Yeah, fuck the world, that's the only thing my cock fit

Hot flow, key to my success, watch me lock shit

Naw I ain't stopping, y'all gonna probably need a locksmith

Show up to your doorstep like it's dead nigga storage

Y'all seeing what I'm doing when you got to kill every motherfucker in the room

Except no substitute

[Hook:]

[Verse Three] [The Kid Daytona]:

Inside model hoes to neck wreckage

Contracts on they throats, they get reckless

Wings and rice, extra soy sauce and ketchup

A Bronx nigga like Boy George, avoid laws and fresh as fuck

Eight balls

Rack 'em up

Her thirst level, Dirt Devil how she vacuum'ed up the product

My nigga trust this logic

Train hoes to champions, Cus D'amato

Clutch the Bible, still call me father

Even out in the D.R., drowns in the aqua

Open the room do', suite look like Tel E Mundo

Game show, I play hoes, my nigga you know

Ha

Go ahead while we get a spoonful

If you don't know what it is, just assume so

I hit the town like a brown skin Lou Ferrigno

The black superhero

Sam L. shit

[Hook:]

[Outro]:

I am sick of these motherfucking rappers in this motherfucking game!