General Patton - Big Boi

Get the South dick up out your mouth, what are you talking about

See we know everything you’re about, so try another route

Paperboy, you can’t destroy what we done built

Pick on someone your own size, or fuck around and get killed

But not like the kilt above you knees, BB

Will plant you niggaz like seeds, or fertilizer for the trees

Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene

Nigga, take one for the team now he’s bleeding from the spleen

Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean

No blood spatter or evidence, long distance with a beam

We come in peace while some of ya’ll niggas come in greed gluttons

Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed, slow down nigga

Speed it up like The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast

Not a hobby, this my life, you disrespect it, that’s your ass

As one half of the Outkast, return like the ghost of Christmas past

It’s the son of Chico Dusty, must be West Savannah bad

Had to got to church every Sunday with Great-Grandma and Grandad

Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn’t have a path

If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track

Didn’t say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was getting with me and Three Stacks

Then we spitting cuz we killing everything we attack

Special Forces of this rap game, so you best take heed of that

All that shit you rappers lack, we got plenty, here’s snack

Don’t ruin their appetitie, cuz you shit is really wack

Wack ass nigga

Another battle one, Another story to tell

Listen to the angelic plucking of strings

As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward

And rides off into the horizon of infinite regression, victorious

Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred

All contenders to the throne are left naked

Because the truth is the only thing you can never be stripped from

And if you want to commit to that truth

Then you could end the vicious cycle that’s affecting our youth today

I you just stop lying, if you just stop lying

Stop lying… lying