[Chorus: Witchdoctor]
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
And we some home-made✦ bombs
Finna✦ blow right up in your face
[Verse 2: B-Real]
Look at the way you look at me, I see it on your face
All your hate emanates, but you still hesitate
'Cause you want inside✦ of my head, but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that, I see the way you were
See the way you smirk
I'm catching you where you work
God only✦ knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul, dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger✦ at me?
Who criticize and talk shit so freely?✦
Fuck XXL—you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem, so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast coming✦ to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dré, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over✦ my homies'✦ grave and mine
For all those who fallen✦ and answered when God was calling
Jump into✦ my ragtop✦ and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car—why✦ you frozen?✦
Pop the tape in, ignite✦ the explosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed✦
[Chorus: Witchdoctor]
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
And we some home-made✦ bombs
Finna✦ blow right up in your face
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
With a one-two✦ punch, B-Real and André drop they verses✦
Your homeboy Daddy✦ Fat Sax playin' clean-up, so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite teams, oh, yes, its curtains
No bullets burpin',✦ oh, just lyrically twerking, oh
Making✦ a statement when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
It's kinda✦ hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin'✦ the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer
Got the public's ears fucked✦ up, can't hear
Atlanta, Georgia – where y'all at? (Right here!)
OutKast – this Dirty✦ South to death, the Dungeon Family✦ camp
Got this thang licked✦ like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making✦ that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother✦ your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps
Low Pro' Vogues✦ on swole, with the carriage lamps
Diamond, tucked✦ velour,✦ pistol in my lap
Come in peace, but then explode like boobie traps
[Chorus: Witchdoctor]
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
Even✦ if you pull the pin from your hand grenade✦
We just can't be amazed✦
And we some home-made✦ bombs
Finna✦ blow right up in your face
[Outro: Debra Killings]
Do-do-do,✦ do, do-do-do✦
Do-do-do,✦ do, do-do-do✦
Do-do-do,✦ do, do-do-do✦
Do-do-do,✦ do, do-do-do✦