Big Pussy
 作词 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman
 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman
 **** you
 **** you, come up here then
 Oh, wow, big pussy
 You guys ready?
 Yo, yo
 Shut your bitch-ass up, nigga, uh

 **** you to anyone that claim that they got me (Uh)
 When my heart was low, it turn to kami-kamikaze
 Respect was takin' back my gallery, I'm finna spaz (Yeah)
 The truth is everything we need, can we agree with that? (Yeah)
 The group is over without being on the album (Huh)
 I'm back and ready, Ciarán had to bring it out me (Huh)
 I love to hate, but these days I'ma keep it classy (Huh)
 Niggas I made, I love to see them boys surpass me (Huh)
 Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty (Huh)
 Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P
 I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be
 You gotta bring it if you gettin' on a track with me
 This shit a classic, it ain't even been out a week
 The show is over, nigga, please stop harassing me
 Stop asking me, it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy
 On my own (On my own, on my own, on my own)

 What? On my what?
 Oh, no, no, don't, no
 Listen to me, nigga

 Ooh, boy, you still a bitch, boy, you ain't doin' shit, boy
 This that murder shit, boy, this that learn to destroy
 The label needed thirty-five minutes of music
 It's the true shit, faggot nigga out of Houston
 Doin', whatever the **** I'm 'posed to do, yeah
 Moshing at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued yet
 Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement
 After shows taking photos with all the new fans
 I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver
 Through the loose and dark and stupid kinda movements
 Injectin' hope into a generation
 Of a lotta lonely mother****ers sick of waiting
 We ain't taking all them punches to the ****ing faces
 Just to let some **** niggas come around and say some fake shit
 My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle
 Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle

 My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle
 Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle
 My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle
 Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle