Yo, 313 D-E-T

Remember me?

The one ya got ya ideas from, oh my God

Look I got a gun, so you better run

Fuck everybody in the industry, I be

Mr. Negativity sleeping with my uzi

Fuck the five mics you giving me

I'll take you on a journey journalist, insane's how I'm living, see

I'm living like a nigga straight out of jail

Down on his luck, ain't got no money but I got a gun and some shells

Oh hell, might as well pull the trigger

On every snake nigga, when he slither

Bitch I ain't happy I flow bitter

Take a Louisville bat to ya head, crack

But then again, should I just slit his throat?

For sayin my fucking name in that rhyme he wrote

Should I kill yo wife and ya child

For trying to assassinate me and my style?

Bitch please, hoe please

Catch these bullets when I squeeze

I shoot

Mr. Negativity

Negative, negative, negative

I squeeze

Mr. Negativity

Negative, negative, negative

I squeeze

I ain't got shit positive to say

About any rapper on the mic today

Cause ain't no rap groups out that I know

That make me wanna listen to the hoe ass radio

All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a come back

With pop styles or 50 niggas on a track

That shit is whack, ya need ta be smacked

With the grill of the Cadillac

Soldiers always trying to bite something

Cause they know deep down they bitch ass can't write nothing

Niggas steal ya raps quicker than ya Dana's

So I'ma start murdering entertainers

Hole in ya head for being famous

Everybody know you stupid, now you really brainless

Shameless and nameless, catch these missles when I am this

Mr. Negativity

Negative, negative, negative

I squeeze

Mr. Negativity

Negative, negative, negative

I squeeze

Everybody and they momma wanna busta fucking rap

Step in the ring and get walked on like a doormat

Far as the radio goes fuck ya format

Cause Detroit city is where we war at

I don't giva fuck nigga

I squeeze triggas, my gun's bigger

I blast them, bucks them, motherfucks them

Don't let them hear no omi new shit you can't trust them

Cause niggas be running out of ideas

And they'll still steal a nigga's shit still

How come ya new cd sound just like my last album?

Catch the dum dums

And come up

Mr. Negativity

Negative, negative, negative

I squeeze

Mr. Negativity

Negative, negative, negative

I squeeze

Negative, negative negative

Negative, negative, negative