Turn it out

Oh oh oh

I'm getting low, he's got a computer in, escaping it

Oh oh oh Luke E's mother

Oh, be nuts y 'all

Uh, oh, oh, oh, finna do something

Escaping it

Oh, oh, oh, two keys, motha', no escapin' this

Oh, oh, oh, two keys, motha', no escapin' this

Oh, no escapin' this

Oh, no escapin' this, no escapin' this

Oh, oh, oh, two keys, motha', no escapin' this

It's stuck, it's stuck, y 'all

Oh, oh, oh, just a second left

Oh, oh, turn it out

Oh, oh, oh, it's stuck, uh, uh, shit, uh

Call to the car, motha' fuckin' housekeeper, that shit

Hey, yo, the nuts landed, so pack it up

Pass the mic, the big site, the manufacturer, the architect

Bringing you the art of rec

You used to hate my clique, now you want a part of it

You coming with more hits, that funk like Parliament

Compare me to another's gonna lead to an argument

The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory

Guerrilla army, we kill tracks in harmony

My nut orchestra blowin' fuses

Your amp can't hold this music, it's boomin'

I'm in my truck cruisin', 97 tuned it

The latest news is nuts, new alphabets rulin'

Y 'all versed in nuts, you got a big chance of losin'

There's no escapin' this, or confrontin' the union

So stop foolin' yourself, and feel these nuts

Cause no one's ready to deal with us

What?

Oh, oh, oh, no escapin' this

Oh, oh, oh, no escapin' this

Well, why?

Oh, oh, oh, no escapin' this

No one's ready to deal with us