[Irie Givens, Verse 1]
This the renaissance of Ahmadinejad
Ah Shalom Alaikum, Alaikum Shalom
Like I’m the fuckin' bomb
"Oh, you fuckin' wrong!"
Don’t be fuckin' square;
I’m just fuckin' round.
Ain’t no fuckin' man down
Stand down
With ya nananana now,
I ain’t lovin’ it
Back to the sad clown
Get to stuffin' it
Have a coke and a smile
'Fore you suck a dick
I don’t fuck with your legion
I don't touch the pigs cause they teeming
And jumping off the cliff for no reason
They showing off the ribs with no season.
Said I don’t fuck with your legion
I don't touch the pig cause they teeming
They jumping off the cliff for no reason
Saying y’all the shit but don’t mean it:
Jesus!

[Hook]
How you livin'? How you dealin'? If you illin', bring the noise:
Irie Givens, I be chillin', highly livin' with them boys.
Fuck yo feelings bout my rhythms: I got lyrics, I got poise
I get ignant when I’m pissed and bust like Griffin's in Detroit
Get yo Lipton, when I’m spittin', I be rippin', you be spilling
Holy shittin' like some chitterlings with them Grits from mama kitchen
Get yo glimpses and yo kisses 'fore I finish
All my sweet swine swindling God done witnessed, next I’m jumping off a cliff and-


[Irie Givens, Verse 2]
I been a good lil' boy this year,
In the hood, even played with the boys who squeal
'Cause if I should be afraid of them boys on wheels
Then how I could be a man, not a boy for real?
See I could fuck with blue blood, it’s love until
The gov. concealed the Crip who killed Phil Castille
Fuck Leviticus? they fucked themselves
Leviticus 11 told me not to fuck with 12 -
I could still feel the steel and hear the shells
So -
I don’t fuck with your legion
I don't touch the pigs cause they teeming
And jumping off the cliff for no reason
They showing off the ribs with no season.
Said I don’t fuck with your legion
I don't touch the pig cause they teeming
They jumping off the cliff for no reason
Saying y’all the shit but don’t mean it:
Jesus!


[Hook]
How you livin'? How you dealin'? If you illin', bring the noise:
Irie Givens, I be chillin', highly livin' with them boys.
Fuck yo feelings bout my rhythms: I got lyrics, I got poise
I get ignant when I’m pissed and bust like Griffin's in Detroit
Get yo Lipton, when I’m spittin', I be rippin', you be spilling
Holy shittin' like some chitterlings with them Grits from mama kitchen
Get yo glimpses and yo kisses 'fore I finish
All my sweet swine swindling God done witnessed, next I’m jumping off a cliff and-