Outkast
Snappin' & Trappin'


(Killer Mike) 
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water 
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up 
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter 
Show y'all soldier ass niggaz 
I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter 
Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber 
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker 
This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter 
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar 
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters 
What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather 
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather 
And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em 
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit 
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list 
Banana niggaz need to split 
Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta click 
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic 
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic 
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it 
One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic(x2) 
Killer Mike nigga! 

(Hook)(x2) 
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to 
The game is over k.b. baby won't you 
Just quit the contemplating cause 
I'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth 

(Big Boi) 
My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop 
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top 
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare 
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop 
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters 
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up 
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit' 
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin 
Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck 
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church 
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' 
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin' 
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box 
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life 
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife 
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate 
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate 
It's too late, 'cause you hate 
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! (Hook) 

(Killer Mike) 
Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch 
Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick 
Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks 
Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus 

(Big Boi) 
Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy 
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby 
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground 
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about 

(Killer Mike) 
Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about 
But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth 
Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches 
Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches 

(Big Boi) 
Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus 
You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures 
We two of the dopest mic controllers 
Stack big bank, honey folders 
Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya 
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks 
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels 
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding 
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin' 
That's just what's happening (Hook) 

(J-Sweet) 
A whey you want come dis 
When you know you nuh fit 
You better move you bombo 
Before me start trip 
Nuff a them a talk OutKast 
Nuff a them a trip 
Nuff a them come in like a bitch 
Whey wear slip 
A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris 
A OutKast me spar wid 
So boy nuh try dis 
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss 
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits 
Boy hear me song an' thought a remix 
Brand new tune platinum hits 
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch 
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike