im back in the spot so you know it's lit again/ fatties and flaties both snapping, shaking like ligaments/ couple homies with pizza grease on the timbalands/ they walking passed they perfume is left lingering/ shoutout to my women friend, sending links to they other men asking have you heard of him?/ and it's rocking upon entering, poppin and other synonyms, selfie taking and sending them/ bumping three 6 like im from the south/ the dj rock that casa that's a fuller house / two steppin seldom pulling moves out/ prolly dolo rarely bring the crew out

{im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothing / im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothin / im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothing / im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothin}

im Deacon Frost with a mean tan / never shaking with the left upon greeting / eye contact body language reading/ it's some things you never saying i be peep'n/ i got five eyes for a reason/ by the third hit the marijuana just seeps in/ could tell who you are by the silly shit you be tweetin, your arms too short so why y'all niggas be reaching/ m. night shyamaln how you got me twisted/ i keep showing you the signs you need to check ya mentions/ i need to stack up some mo' dead people sixth sense shit/ but don't worry bout mine dawg mind ya business/ hit the gas station for the roll up for the gas/ hit the replay im fully loaded bout to smash/ got a lunch plate foiled from your repass/ it don't matter how you come it's what you leave as

{im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothing / im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothin / im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothing / im slayin it this club like it's blade one / low key, prolly not even saying nothin}

*a loud explosion is heard; glass shatters and bullets are heard ringing every where*
(scene from From Dusk til Dawn)

seth : RICHIE!!!
richie: yeah!?
seth: you ok?
richie: he shot me in the fucking hand! i told you he said "help us"
benny: I NEVER SAID "HELP US!!!"
seth: doesn't matter now cause you got about three seconds to live!!