[Intro] [gritty drum break, dark piano loop, vinyl crackle] [Verse 1] [aggressive male vocals] Those vicious, overambitious, arrogant, ignorant, repetitious Greedy people, conniving ladies, STDs and crime babies Dogs with rabies, slow-ass drivers, pessimistic people and the negative vibers That's that shit that I just can't feel like two MCs and no wheels of steel Like clichés, replays, gimmicks and tricks or red lights, bed mites, fleas and ticks [Chorus] [layered vocal stacks] That's, that shit, that shit that we don't got no love for That's, that shit, that shit we can't feel That's, that shit, that shit that we don't got no love for That's, that shit, that shit we can't feel [Verse 2] [single male vocal] I don't like you, I'd like to, spit on you, then fight you Then knife you, then Michael, huh? Bite you Hey gentlemen acting feminine behind my back like my buttcrack Letterman Talking like they're fucking better men, see me in the street all of a sudden we're the best of friends I don't get it, Speed Stick pits, I don't sweat it I hate you, can't wait to, drop glass, break you Cats incredible acting criminal 'til they get smacked like they actual
