Featuring: Tech N9ne

Producer: Rob Rebeck

[Verse 1: Killa C and Tech N9ne]
The garden snakes, bitch they cannot fade us
Killa C with Tech N9ne, evil and dangerous
We fucking you up like it ain't no thing
We smell the pain and watch your brain
Slither like a motherfucker, you don't really wanna test me
[?]
Psycho serpant, niggas undercover [?] let's be
Put them in a recipe
Spightfull erges
Your shit is temperary, our's is permanent
We put you in the ground so you nothing but worms, shit
Rhymes like weight, weight like rhymes
You can get a dick and die 9 times
Psyco like no other motherfucker
Me and Killa C, we show no pitty for a sucker
Faggets, faggets wanna try and fight me
You fuckin garden snakes can't slither nothing like me

[Chorus: Killa C and Tech N9ne]
Snake slither, nobody better
Swalloing [?]
On another level, send you to the devil
Swalloing garden snakes, we [?]

[Verse 2: Killa C and Tech N9ne]
Once my darkness falls upon ya
Tech won't be fucking with no rap no longer
Dedicated making sure my gats are stronger
Cleaning up mama's floor, wax and [?]
Garden snake bitch is the name of the single
Your white T's the color of the suit of Chris Cringle
Die nigga die, that's a hell of a jingle
Don't try to snake Killa C and Tech El-9nio
Kings on the street, kings on the stage
No matter how we bring it, we bring it with rage
Insane is a pain, there's no time for sleep
On the reservation, they call us cheep
Biggest and the baddest, the worst of the best
We melt your fuckin brains, go ahead, wear a vest
You can't run, and you can't hide
We dump our slugs inside your mind

[Chorus: Killa C and Tech N9ne]
Snake slither, nobody better
Swalloing [?]
On another level, send you to the devil
Swalloing garden snakes, we [?]

[Verse 3: Killa C and Tech N9ne]
It really don't matter if you're bigger, I met ya
Pull the fuckin trigger, send the bullets right at ya
When it's on, you will never see sunshine
One time, this is mine and Tech N9ne
Respect mine, when you see me, you better neal, bitch
Or you'll be laying at the bottom of a ditch
With the Kansas City king, and the dirty thug hustler
Like the police, we rade your crib and bust ya
It's inevitable, [?] meeting with the devil
Put a led through your dome, you died on the level
Of maddness, your family has infenet saddness
Pillaging, plundering you up and ravage
Stand down motherfucker, don't try to snake me
Watching you die won't even fuckin faze me
[?] dirty thug class
You fuck with Tech N9ne, Imma murder that ass
[Chorus: Killa C and Tech N9ne]
Snake slither, nobody better
Swalloing [?]
On another level, send you to the devil
Swalloing garden snakes, we [?]