Snappin' & Trappin' (Explicit) - Outkast/Killer Mike/J-Sweet Written by:A. Benjamin/A. Patton/D. Sheats/Corey Andrews/Michael Render/John E.E. Smith Our shit don't mix like Llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black Decker This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a f**k suede bucks and Coogi sweaters What's up whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Nigga know I Fedex my shit overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split Quit f**king with this thorough Atlanta click This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke cook it crack saran wrap it One motherf**king verse and it's already a classic One motherf**king verse and it's already a classic Killer Mike nigga Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K B baby won't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your motherf**king mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K B baby won't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your motherf**king mouth My Cadillac got that boom boom in it listen to it drop Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare I'm not the one you scared the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop Nigga you pop lock for pop rocks but I'm only popping tweeters And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up I'mma eat up anybody who tests this I'm blessed wit' Super human powers poke your chest in the next of kin Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt you's in church And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' The preacher preachin' reachin' teachin' speakin' being breathin' You're not clock stop and now you're laying in a pretty box And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother f**kin' your damn wife You look for the pearly white gates but you realize your fate It's too late 'cause you hate you hate It's too late 'cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch game over who want some Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K B baby won't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your motherf**king mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K B baby won't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your motherf**king mouth Roll my blunts thick like I like my bitch Lick my blunts and spit like she do my dick Attempted murder dick for ways I choke chicks Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus Killer Mike gonna calm down things gonna get a little crazy Ol' girl might yell rape G you might as well give her a throat baby Goop goobler goop gravy no dicking her down to the ground Now you doing the Dirty South know what I'm talkin' about Big Boi my mentor hear what you hollering about But f**k that I'm looking for love all in her mouth Need her to gobble up jism like school lunches Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches Like a swarm of locusts no hocus pocus You wanna approach us buzzards and vultures We two of the dopest mic controllers Stack big bank honey folders Even wit' rollers I'm trying to told ya Even loving lavish ladies leaving landmarks Of Lemon lime lip gloss on your lavender lapels Leaping lizards keep me slizzard my mind's expanding Readily rappin' and snappin' snappin' and trappin' That's just what's happening Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K B baby won't you Just quit the contemplating cause I'll box you in your motherf**king mouth Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to