Yo, what's your name, young blood? What they call you?

Well I got, I got, James, Jimmy or Byron Dean

Yeah, I've been feeling that real JD swag lately, man

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece

Bust my Glock to ensure that all you **** rest in peace

(Alright) Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter ****

I'm offin' ****, screaming off with ****' heads

They all surrender, better call for ****

Come at all you **** heads, talk 'em off a ledge

I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em

I order coffins for 'em, call the coroner for 'em

Get a comforter for 'em, I did all you ****' beds

I want all you **** dead

Yeah

You want all you **** money, royalness, and bread

Royalties instead of Rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead

Grrr, dead, yeah

I'm only up again

Kick, kick a man while he's down

Looks dead, can't be safe to say it

Everybody's getting punished

Looking down to sell with you, how have you been?

Probably an undercover, had them undercovers with you

People buying and selling for you

I'll only sell with you if you're blind to sell

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece

(Booyah) Bust my Glock to ensure that all you **** rest in peace

(Bop, bop-bop-bop, alright, that's right) Rep my block, quick to draw on all you **** if there's beef

Blow your spot, better pray to Lord this shit don't hit the streets (Booyah)

Jimmy Dean

Alright