slayer

Yeah, these niggas better stop playin'

Yeah, they hatin' on me, these boys, yeah, they my fans

Yeah, I don't even try, don't need no hands

Better move out the way, you gon' fuck up my plans

Staying ten toes down, that's what I be on

Yeah, I'm cookin' up in the stu, don't call my phone

I said, fuck all that lame shit, yeah, we grown

You better call your friends, cause I'm not alone

Huh, you thought you was famous, you not even known

I'm gettin' too nauseous, you got too much cologne

Yeah, I just smoked a blunt, now I'm in my zone