feat. Trina
Produced By El-P
[Verse 1: El-P]
Told the preacher I love her
He said that God was a lover
I said if you believe [?]
Then he would want me to fuck her
I walk around in a bubble
A fucking scoundrel in trouble
And there be times make her fumble (?)
And then they rhyme in the rubble
[Hook: El-P & Killer Mike]
I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's mine to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's ours to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody lies throw the pistol and fist
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
They be the grimy and greedy
Made it to Grammy's and they eat it
Got told that we [?]
And I refuse to [?]
I got banana dick
Yo bitch go apeshit if she eat it
[Hook: El-P & Killer Mike]
I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's mine to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody lies throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's ours to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody lies throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit

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