Текст песни M.T.B.T.T.F. - Clipse

No confessions, questions, we contestin'
Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent
Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in
At your door when we address him, we gon' bless him
Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson
Poker faces keep 'em guessin', no expression
Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression

What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em?
Ain't your bitch unless you joystick undress 'em
My presence, your pleasure, peasants, he's pressure
I been knee-deep, ki deep, we at ZZ's, me and Lee Lee
Get you fronted for the summer so easy
The snow alone, fill up a mobile home
My nigga's name ring like mobile phones and no one's home
White back to back Rolls at my gates
White slave master souls in my safe

White python Manolo is the taste
She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face
Twist and turn, these guns blitz and burn
Too many flip and turn, had to get rich to learn, uh
The Bezos of the nasal, that's case closed
Got a team full of J. Bo's on they toes
Niggas measly, cheap as Riesling, believe me
I can tell because your bitches look needy

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow's in the crates means
More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
Niggas saying that it won't just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case

All you keyboard killers in your feelings, mad you ain't trending
Mad, got you trickin' on your women
Mad I don't hit 'em, I just spin 'em
Gunning and I'm grinning, in a Bugatti in my denim
This is the result of my vision, react with precision
But God only knows my intention
But selling dope is a religion, the hammer's in position
I can show niggas the difference

You niggas is screenwriters, we dream writers
Took change and touched chains like King Midas
Imitation is flattery, they seem like us
But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas
My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us
D class in my ears, now let me see you bite it
She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
I'm talkin' '96 Hov with the base

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow's in the crates means
More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
Niggas saying that it won't just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case