(fuck with me), if you ready to leave earth

I'll get your flight arrangement together, just let me squeeze first

(fuck with me), I was your punching bag homie

Now that I put on the gloves, I'm killing ya'll with just a bunch of jabs homie

(fuck with me), no need for power punches to your face

If I bring it from the shoulders, I might catch a murder case

(fuck with me), and I'ma get back at ya real quick

It won't be a hit song, it's gon' be a real hit

It was six hundred ways to die, and I chose em all

So when I retaliate, all of my foes gon' fall

Since they be running when they see me, I murder them on my cd

Otherwise, I receive a new spin number from TDC

And I know, I'm 'spose to hold what I got

But I'm a ass whipping waiting to happen, whether they know it or not

So don't bother me, let me lay back in my luxury

Cause the quickest way to the grave, is when you fuck with me

(fuck with me), and you won't fuck with nobody no mo'

I'm the last dragon like Bruce Leroy, cause I got the glow

(fuck with me), the way you did it way back then

And there I am with a mack 10, out of a Maybach Benz

(fuck with me), and I'ma let my temperature rise

I'm down with Hoover, you know you don't wanna fuck with them guys

(fuck with me), and witness the meaning of set tripping

Cause you can be from my set, and end up with your chest missing

Think I'm playing or something, or just trying to write a rap

Never leave home without it, even in church I got my strap

Not trying to promote the violence, I'd rather promote the peace

But for me to keep living, somebody might have to D-I-E

I wanna make it to heaven, when the world is at it's end

But I been so evil, I wonder if Jesus gon' let me in

If I don't make it, I'm going where them busters be

For not turning the other cheek, when they fucked with me

(fuck with me), cause I'm way more gangsta than I was

I been selling records for ten, but I'm finally getting my buzz

When you fuck with me, you fucking with the top of the line

Whether gang banging or rapping, I just made it to my prime

(fuck with me), and learn a hard lesson from it

Them nuts you was dragging behind you, bout to swallow up in your stomach

(fuck with me), and you know you going down alright

I won't procrastinate at all, you going down tonight

Z-Ro the murder king

God prolly took the vision from one of my eyes, so I only see half of the murder scene

Trying to save ya'll from me, cause so many days ya'll dummy

But the ones that follow my one deep lifestyle, God made ya'll from me

I'm a celebrity but I ain't fake, I'm still real

I woulda shot you when I was poor, and I promise I still will

(fuck with me), and it's like my nigga C-Nile said

Obituaries gon' get read, I got a price on your head huh