Banana Clipper (feat. Big Boi) (Explicit)

I move with the elegance of an African elephant

I presented the evidence eloquent as a president

Evident it's whatever since I deserve me a championship

But before I banana clip I'mma chill so my man can rip

Little man against and with the heart of an orphan

I've got the words of a murderer and an eye for distortion

You take a slice of my portion I'll take a piece of your profit

I'll drive at illegal speeds and keep an oz

In my pocket

We run the jewels in your town a quarter pound on my person

I'm known for pounding the stage I'm talkin' burning and cursing

Producer gave me a beat said it's the beat of the year

I said El P didn't do it so get the f**k out of here

You wanna hang Bring your throat I've got stool and a rope

I'm a slang pope orang' in a land with a man's flow

A new addition to the art of the old code

That's fully retarded and put a part in your bone dome

And we the villains we ain't tagged 'em as bad guys

Mercy me merciless me putting pain in their sad eyes

It's time for Skywalker talkers to meet the true Darth Vader

I hit your mom in '03 but a G ain't ate her

So baby boy you should tighten up and show some respect

Before I Melvin on you Jody put my arm on my neck

Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a divorce

Be at her crib with your kids sayin' f**k your fort

Lil' n***a

The style is radiation leaking my island

Also known as Chernobyl talk listen for the sirens

Where's the green I'm a hoarder you're the poor distorter

Sort of morbid sonning these f ckin' w***edom explorers

I'm bored enough of your bummy s**t it's numb to the core sure

You sucked a good d**k for the fame and couldn't resist getting played

I f ck like I'm headed to war I'm really not playing no games

Like godd**nit I'll kill the Carrie that mentions my name

I'm a soldier of fortune a mercenary on beat

I'm merciless I'll torture emcees tie up both of their feet

If they refuse to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of feet

I'm talkin grip pliers guys to the top of your teeth

And me a Jaime killed the competition top of the heap

Is where we staying with their corpses resting under our feet

I sent their moms a little cash and a sympathy letter

Told her she raised a bunch of f ck boys next time do better

B***h

We the old Atlanta new Atlanta future of the city

Daddy Fat Sax don't give a d**n

'Cause can't no new n***a get with me

Now it's true n***as or simply simpleminded Simple Simons

Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by design and

But I be rhyming no payola is required

My bank account obese as f ck while yours sits on a diet

N***a your lease is up you're fired quiet that's how the boss talk

Retain ownership on everything every car bought

And paid for no neighbours 'cause I'm sittin' on acres

Went to Vegas jumped a broom 'cause I wasn't trippin' on papers

Or no pre nuptial agreement for my money

If we broke up and she took half I'd still be sitting on commas

Eight figures n***a