Lyrics
verse 1:
yo 24/7, and 365, i'm reppin EMB, till the mother fuckin day i die;
when i'm dead and gone, ya'll can bury me in the east,
cuz that's where i'ma comin from, and that's where i'ma rest in peace;
memphis streets are so hard, you can't tell me yours are harder,
weak hoes don't be runnin mouth, ya in da deepend of the water;
lyrically can't fuck with me, cuz ya gone get slaughtered,
get on ya own track bitch, if you think your raps are smarter;
got folks tryin to steal my flows, don't act like you's no martyr,
i always keep my game face on, like samuel l's coach carter;
ain't no bench warmer, i'm an underground starter,
and i'm mushin like a husky, always pushin ten times harder;
hook:
they call me a deep thinka, on the track, my mind i speaka,
this a sermon, i'm your preacha, betta listen what i'ma teach ya (x 2)
verse 2:
there's plenty playas comin up ,this dirty south be blowin up,
and blunt force is showin up, every last one you chumps;
i'ma lock ya in the trunk, wit duct tape i'll tie ya up,
you're in a comatose state, so i turn down the bump;
let the beat gone build back up, stop the car and pop the trunk,
hit ya wit that double buck, watch yo body start to slump;
then i take ya to the dump, make sure yo body's fully sunk,
shovellin dirt, till the last clump- ground look like a camel's hump;
i dunno what ya'll sayin,but ya'll ain't assassinatin,
only bitches do the hatin, blunt force trick- and we stayin;
cleaver in your fuckin flesh, barrels to the back yo chest,
asphyxiate ya like the rest, ya shouldn't have fucked with the best;
hook:
they call me a deep thinka,on the track, my mind i speaka,
this a sermon, i'm your preacha, betta listen what i'ma teach ya (x 2)
verse 3:
ain't spittin no falsities, i speak from my atrocities,
if ya'll don't like it- suck on these, but ya'll gonna have to pay the fee;
poppin off up on the mic, i'll lick the pussy like a dyke,
and tell yo man to take a hike, i nail ya wit my railroad spike;
cuz ya know these verses hurtin, gone with yo water gun squirtin,
the rest of ya haters i'ma murkin, like osama without a turbin;
split ya wide just like a surgeon, leave your mouth parched n thirstin,
and ya know these verses burstin, like ya earhole was a virgin;
i'ma bust a thousand verses, then ya'll tell me who the worst is,
ridin by in tinted hearses, devil music round yo churches;
like the adams' got the lurchness, i'ma leave ya feelin worthless,
took yo shit, and now ya shirtless, showin out ain't never worth this
hook:
they call me a deep thinka,on the track, my mind i speaka,
this a sermon, i'm your preacher, betta listen what i'ma teach ya (x2)
