[Intro] This is the Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop) You ain't got
breathe Currency in stacks artillery in the back Strapped armies, we camouflaged in all black When we attack, holla out my set Nigga tighten your jaw, givin' birth to outlawz Ha, ha
homie, I'll put a price on your head And iIf they don't pay up by mornin best believe that you're dead Playin wit your life like God but I don't care
[bizarre] Yeah...ha ha ha (bang!), yeah, bizarre kid comin' at you Eminem and fuzz, and mr. swifty, ha ha [swift] No one's iller than me (wha? ) No one
Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, Bizarre & Fuzz [Bizarre] Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No
throw your hands in the air Oh yeah, 'cause We don't care nuttin 'bout you Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah Oh yeah, throw your
and her head An assassin I'm an assassin (don't) (don't) (don't fuck with me) We just was buggin, you know what I'm sayin? Ha-ha-ha (haa-haaa!) (don
I got the block sweltering and hot like your beyotch when I felt her So don't fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead I'll bend your body
the fuck out like the grateful dead ha This wild style must run in my genes Because my sister's in the county And my brother just came home from green
the SLR pack thje ganja BOOM they break down the door ha-ha, 2 shots exchange at close range out of 3 babylon, hit one in the brain ha-ha, 2 shots hit
We used to fuck 'em on campus You my roley ha ha I'm your roley ha ha Fuck with us, we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton
you'd catch it, from Old Man Freed He'd be yelling, "You little slick ass" Ha ha ha ha Talk to me baby, know what I'm sayin'? Ha ha ha ha I've been
Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks (Ha Ha) Fuck the
then Your casket^ begins to leak! Ah ha!* The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout Your liver^ turns a slimy green
hate to see the day we ain't slain, niggas invested. All created equal looks like equal to a less than, Depending on your race, or depending on your address
been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise
the neck, pull it out knife work clean (Ha ha ha ha) The God righteous, but I might serve fiends And the four fifth lift you out your iceberg jeans (
Old Man Freed He'd be yelling "You little slick ass" Ha ha ha ha Talk to me baby, knowhatI'msayin? Ha ha ha ha I've been through all them things, man