[Chorus: x4]
Click, bang, bang [Repeat: x3]
To your motherfucking brain hoe

Tell them haters get gone, Three 6 Mafia strong
Stronger than ever, ever, since they been gone I been better
Fuck them fackers and them jabbalone fackers
Smiling in your face but got my enemy on your myspace
I cant understand how these haters live with they self,
Deal with they self, what they need to do is kill they self
Suicide is it good, can she handle?
At your funeral for free, I play the piano
Rest in peace is your niggas sweet like Reese's
Got more crosses than churches your heart smaller than feces
You need us, your nothing, your zip, your nada
22's on the road, shoot the hub caps off the Impala

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I'ma creep on this fool, put this gun to his head
Tell him, give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
And if I cant get answers say hell to my little friend
Fakin' like you ball, and brawl, shot call
I'm that fool that rejaws at all the state laws
Stupid rappers get your check buy rims now whats next
Need a place to live a crib thats straight shit
With your mistaste niggas hate, say they real but they ain't
Catch 'em somewhere face to face, now they runnin place to place
Club hoppin', mall shoppin', gettin' high, sales droppin'
Now you wanna sober up, tell these niggas shoot that fuck

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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D Beauregard