Serve 'Em A Sentence (feat. Motion Man) - Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt, Motion Man

Yeah I’m tellin you, it’s really bad out there

People out there they doin too much

You guys are lucky I don’t have my finger over the button

Cause I’d push it, I’m not playin

You need more than your hand slapped

Stop and stare, what would it be like

If New York had the electric chair?

Eight years if you caught with a gun

Would that eliminate the fun?

Child support, cut your hand off if you don’t take care of your son

Only people in a wheelchair can receive welfare

Take care of your own abortion

Every hospital in the city don’t care

They signed the legislation

Robbery, you face castration

Tough lawyers can’t even fight the litigation

3 weeks in jail for smokin cigarettes in public

Curfew, everybody go home at 2 in the afternoon

Murder an elderly lady, you die in the gas room

Rapist, put them in hot water

Let the public throw hot grease on 'em in a bathroom

(Serve 'em a sentence) Mess around

And be orange jumpsuited for life, you gotta pay a price

(Serve 'em a sentence) Fugitives don’t run

The shotgun’ll smell smoke from the barrel of one

(Serve that kid) Straight whup your body

When you dance with a cyclone fence

(Serve 'em a sentence) Knock knock you there?

Open up, assume position for the handcuffs

Anybody with a white sheet on

Not playin, a ghost a Halloween arrest 'em on the scene

Transplant 'em with different races organs live on TV

Then drop 'em in Oz and let the Aryans turn on 'em

Every other race in the pen’ll do a train on 'em

You sick duck sick now, who want a kitty bone?

Watchin kiddie porn, the public would go biblical

Be seein your ass’ll get stoned

Kidnappers I’ma teach you, your ass’ll get cloned

And yourself’ll take yourself

And treat yourself like yourself, your self killed

Yeah trifling how it felt

Expect a rading in public assistance delf

You know your saliva was whack

Witness a murder and you could lose an eyelid for that

Cure for total fraud, electric chair is over

While you wearin a for the bowler

Give you a 27-to-life for molestin children

Put you in a dorm, let you breathe in anthrax

Torture you worser than Hitler

Go 'head touch a baby’s private, I’ll fix ya

Clean the highway eight times a day

Chief officials, increase the death sentence

Mr. Blackstone, do it my way

Stick up a store I’ll take your eyes away

Act black, you turn black

Or what you so-called call black, you sayin nigga to each other

You feel black, but what you gon' do

When the feds attack black, act white proper on sight

You send spam or virus, embalmin fluid with AIDS

Injected into the body 'til it blows up like a grenade

Red light run and your head will concave

Suffer 'til the fine’s paid