Messed Around - Intoxicated

Nigga ran up, got fucked up

Fucked around got tossed up

Fuck around get crossed up

We burnt his as the fuck up

Ha, ha, ha

O.K., O.K., O. K

Give and give in give, but that dont mean recieve

The shit dont be no game, cuz the shit that we believe

Tricks be up our sleeve, to sure to get ya weavin

This is Monday morning, found em Friday evenin'

Found em face down in the bot-tom of a creek

With shackles and handcuffs around his hands and feet

But that be too unique, so cops dont persue me

I got millions of bodies floatin' round this Chattahoochie

Nigga arms and legs be spread out across that bitch

I’m lookin fo' head because i done lost that shit

So if you find a finger, or a leg, or a nose

See because I know where it goes

Cuz im the muthafuckin killa

Chorus: Beezlee (2x)

Nigga ran up, got fucked up

Fucked around got tossed up

Fuck around get crossed up

We burnt his as the fuck up

Now muthafucka I’ll kill for real, so if u wanna go to war

I’ll take you to war

So what it is, lil bitch, I got that 40 caliber

Now im commin after ya

Dont even do it fuck nigga, you’ll get ya shit bust

Or to be to roll wit us, or get fuckin rolled over

Oomp camp Intoxicated takin this shit over

Bitches and niggas bow down to this real shit

Fake ass rappers get killed quick, in Atlanta bitch

Chorus: Beezlee (2x)

Now matter how u take it I’mma tell it like it is

I’ll hit you with that fie-fie fuckin with me real

Cuz in the battle field plenty niggas gettin killed

Bitch I’ll drill ya, what the fuck you ain’t gone live, you get peeled

Fuck around get caught up, get yo ass chopped up

Fuck around with that Oomp camp, watch yall nig get tossed up

Thought yall nig could stop us, we commin wit them choppers

I.N.T.O.X.I.C.A.T.E.D.

dont give a fuck *echoes*

Fuck nigga

Fuck wit' none of y’all pussy boys

Bullets fly randomly through the sky

Dollar bill muthafucka, see niggas the they gotta die

Got the 30, 30 with the scope, I’m on that dro

Got them killaz wit me on dash nigga, On Cambleton Road

Mista I’ll kill yo ass quick, thats how it goes

Oomp camp jumpin down on ya wit 44's nigga

We gone make em bleed, somebody’s got to leave

Left his head swoll, arm full of I.V.'s

Chorus: Beezlee (2x)

Nigga when the 9 hit ya

Spit ya guts up out ya mouth who wanna die with cha

I deliver quick, Blast with the click

Ask Naudi Shawt shoulder blast man

With the mask on, cold to look we ain’t gone, muthafuka

Oomp camp trunk for the toys, commin with the noise

Nigga down wit Pastor Troy

Its so large major bank thats my life

Nigga ready to let go dump, raise quickly when i strike

Fucked around get floorboard, fuckin round wit Loko

Fuck around get choke hold, fucked around cut-throat

Fucked around and get tossed up, Fucked around and get crossed up

Fucked around get burnt up, Fucked around and get turned up

Dead on the scene niggas know what I mean

Fuck around with the Oomp Camp, you fuck around be 6 deep