Stomp Da Roach - U-God, GZA, Scotty Wotty

It’s the Sasquatch, the Jackpot

The roach killer, that’s what we do

You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards

We ain’t tripping, read the sentence

The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin

You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed

Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built

It’s a dirty job, we get it popping hard

We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras

And ain’t nobody mad, it just we got it bad

Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab

Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath

I grip a mic, it’s Five Fingers of Death

So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on

And on the O’Jay’s like Christopher Pawns

And eat with the beast, in the valley of death

Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left

Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath

All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo

Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on

Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on

You can run on, and start ducking and dodging

I pluck you, crush you right between the margin

I’m the drill sergeant, I’m the boric acid

The black flag nigga, the bio hazard

The economist of the bio standard

And he sprayed the mist on them flies that landed

And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but

I’m shaking roaches off my shoes and socks

Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box

Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks

Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops

Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block

'Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach

They known to leech off people for, years and years

They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas' ears

They set up shops in apartments and projects

Bold enough to roll up on, any object

Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off

They fight for the crumbs that’s on my table cloth

They keep they antennas up, the signals strong

They got the neighborhood bugged

That’s how they survived so long

Immune to combats and household raids

Like informants that’s living off, government aid

We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays

Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays

Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat

Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap

A small time nigga, who didn’t have a clue

It take a million of y’all just to fill up my shoe

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know

Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know

How long till you get me off the hook?

For old time’s sake I can’t do it, Sally

Don’t ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever