I Think Somebody

[Fiend/(Mia X)]

Chorus

I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped

(I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split)

I say somebody want they ass whipped, ass whipped

(I say somebody want they wig split, they wig split)

Well let em have it x2

[Mia X]

You wanted drama so mama came squeezin shit, passin out clips

Bustin domes, rippin flesh, exposing bones and yes

I bring that, sending G's out barrel at ya, duck and run

Now how far you think you really gettin with this infared on my fuckin gun

Now workin for funds and I ain't the one hour hoe (for real)

But I love to show where it's been tell your body so

Look out for the riders open slider bitch from the TRU click

And camoflauge totin cockin spittin droppin shit not

Them bitches doubt I'm bout testin niggas nuts

Alias in jacks we trust I'm known for shankin up

Ranking up lyrically with the best MC's

Cause ain't no studio up in me, real niggas feel these

See Mia X is known for bringin wreck on top

Too hard for the beats you niggas drop

KL got the guns and open gunshots

Got the trigger hap temper and the Fiend four sons

A lyrical fiend at it's best and you bitches don't want none

What

Chorus x2

[Fiend]

The colonel gave me permission, Mama drama pass the word to her youngin

Ask how I'm comin and will it get them haters runnin

I ask do rats sleep in dungeons, ????? comin

Do quick bullets get to hummin, damn right I'll bring the gun in

Get done in like a knife at a gunfight cause I ain't right

Keepin dope, smokin pipes, like a height cause I'm high as a kite

I'm cryin to fight, I'm a swing with my might, my fist balled tight

Man get it right, somebody best die tonight

Somethin have drama came and as drama came then, then came murder

Fuck your home I want your dome, call me your soul burgular

Have you heard of a shocker server, takin weed to his trunk

Bullets pump, and his cockin bad and louder then his womp womp