Intro / Hurt Locker E

You are now listening to The 420 Show Greatest Hits mixtape. You may now commence the weed smoking. Thank you. Blah-he-da! That's right, motherfuckers! Salaam, This is The 420 Show Greatest Hits mixtape! DJ Salaam Rem. All passports to left. Talk can turn 'em. We bringin' this shit straight to you. All residents passports This is that new exhibit. We did it. This shit's Hurt Locker. Produced by Scoop DeVille. Come on! Welcome to my world of hurt, Where I put in work. I got guns that knock you off of this Earth. Stand up, let yourself be heard. I ain't hear one word, I'm just bringin' through What the crowd deserves. 'Cause what you want, that's what we got. Once things begin, my nigga, it won't stop. Lock down your blocks, let's flood the streets. Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z, motherfucker. I'm back with a vengeance, back with the business. I'm a vet with a pension, a man with A vision. I'm a man on a mission, so Crowd around, listen. It's that hardcore heavy head bang you been missin'. Go to death, caught, run, if you don't comply. I might explode like a meth lab, there is No rehab. Bitches need knee pads, A pound, and some zig-zags. At last like Etta James, I'm back, let the Gays rap. Charles Bronson, vigilante marksman. Heartless, leave your intellect on your carpet. I don't really start shit, I just like to Finish it. Dismember with a hacksaw, Get rid of it. I'm so militant, You so Gilligan. Killin' it, heard you want the cross on your Back. Yo, be careful what you wish for, good Luck with that. You could be found in the Trunk with your chest collapsed. Relax. Welcome to my world of hurt, where I Put in work. I got guns that knock you Off of this earth. Stand up, let yourself be Heard. I ain't hear one word, I'm just bringin' Through what the crowd deserves. 'Cause what you want, that's what we got. Once things begin, my nigga, it won't stop. Lock down your blocks, let's flood the streets. Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z, motherfucker. I'm made for the masses, chromed out classics. Flock up the block when I park, so Jurassic. Cameras start flashin', everybody askin', Harassin'. Suck my dick with six aspirins. That'll keep your head tight, back from the Afterlife. Locked in my hurt locker, built up my Appetite. You need your name in lights, when I Just need a mic. And I can level any Playing field like a sheet of ice. It's goin' down like when you cuff and they Read your rights. I'm goin' higher, better bail if You scared of heights. I'm ritual killin', prepare For a sacrifice. Rollin' like a pair of dice, Loungin' in paradise. Jealous niggas wanna feed like a parasite. Burn leeches off with cigarettes, I just need a Light. I been around, seen the rest gettin' shut Down. I'm stayin' in status, the crowd gotta know Now. Welcome to my world of hurt, Where I put in work. I got guns that knock you off of this Earth. Stand up, let yourself be heard. I ain't hear one word, I'm just bringin' through What the crowd deserves. 'Cause what you want, that's what we got. Once things begin, my nigga, it won't stop. Lock down your blocks, let's flood the streets. Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z, motherfucker. Blah-he-da! E real real TV. It's on. Salaam, Salaam Rem. Yeah, ha. A man dies once, a coward dies a thousand Times. Your bitch ass is on nine hundred and Ninety-nine. You only got one more, You better make it last. Before I lay this hurt locker to your fuckin' Ass. Block top choppers, chop, chop droppers. Bread stakes the state until the feds came knockin'. Call us in a clutch when your shows ain't Poppin'. When your hoes ain't jockin', when your Flows ain't rockin'. Welcome to my world of hurt, Where I put in work. I got guns that knock you off of this Earth. Stand up, let yourself be heard. I ain't hear one word, I'm just bringin' through What the crowd deserves. 'Cause what you want, that's what we got. Once things begin, my nigga, it won't stop. Lock down your blocks, let's flood the streets. Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z, motherfucker.