OUTSIDE!! Lyrics: who the fuck is this guy (Dinner Hangin outside) outside their intestines like testes (Dinner hangin outside) That dinner hangin outside Fuck is this guy Who the fuck is this guy Yo it’s The Arabic Assassin representing nigga Yo wattup nigga Wattup bitch yo there’s no contest you could call him unanimous duck so many cops and scandalists thought my team played against the Dodgers been nice since magic left Los Angeles shit been so sick before there was bloggers while I was out selling dimes all them rap lines got ripped up by my father That would just maka nigga try harder was running shit over here you were just joggers always hated the cops. That’s how I became a robber. Now they think they all mobbers until they get spun by my revolver. Peace take them out like one. I’m outside here checking my math you can call me the solver, smack these bitch ass niggas too bad they had to wear floursheims to learn which whore is Mine rhyme might be over your little head, but the nine is always filled with lead. Why the fuck anybody wanna get killed dead? It’s usually the ego not money that is evil these rappers think they stunt like knevil, Mumbling like 50 about how they dump in the eagle fuck their bitch would be like humping a beagle. It would be a loss for me to smash that type of whore past 7 PM. You won’t come OUTSIDE out your front door, what kind of samurai would stash a sheathed sword ? Fronting like you packing over here, send you packing to meet the Lord. They’re trying to figure out who you are when you get to the morgue. I terminated your ass like a cyborg if rap is a game like you lames Claim I have a high score. Even though you’re a savage that shot me You couldn’t stab my whore I’ll leave you open like a drive-thru store drive-through your door put five bucks in your jaw like I’m doing laundry and I need quarters. Can’t fuck with my gangster shit I spit since a little kid - Like a speech disorder Techniques be nothing short of excellente you better be insured like Kaiser Permanente. I don’t buy the bar with my cash I’ll drink the presidente you get DWI in your car I get cream like dimenthe you better move out the way because when my men spray Niggas will get all dressed up like Oscar de la rente somebody’s dinner is messed up hangin outside their intestines like testes you hung around dicks your whole life think you belong outside but if you can’t make bread, then you’re better off dead than alive. Yeah, I said you don’t belong outside if you can’t make bread, then you better off dead than alive than say it again yeah you know if you can’t make bread, then you better off dead than alive and you know we outside cause you already seen tha movie New Jersey Drive Yeah nigga, bitch Yeah baby, bitch