[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Wild style, wild style
It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
It's the return

[Verse 1: Termanology]
I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lie
My cutties keep that vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner in your face means you got some shit in your eye
Hi
I fire shots, put your ass in a quiet box
And when the riot stops, I'm the one firing cops
I smoke Phillies, I can kill an entire box
I'm the Gorilla killer, you on ya mozilla firefox
Try and bark, I'll put you down on dead dogs‚ cause I'm a shark
Really to you, I'm Lionheart
I run over your head, leave your face with tire marks
Put a grenade in your mouth and blow your life apart
Any mission I embark has a violent start
Bloody ending is so depending on if the knife is sharp
This is psycho talk, my blades lipo-sharp
I'm down to fight a whole block, fuck the cops

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Wild style, wild style
It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
It's the return
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
All I do is write verses and wrap up rubber bands
Roll a '84 and roll up a Wood with my other hand
And I fuck with felons, don't fuck with the F-E-Ds
They know I'm selling something, ain't nobody selling CDs
Another trick up my sleeve, another bitch that I'm sticking
I introduce to the sniffing and dickin' different positions
Got introduced to some friends that'd zip batches if I was flipping
She sniffing a Vick a day, then your daughter need intervention
That's some cold shit
Fred, you musta be smoking water when you wrote this
Nah I'm in Brooklyn, back from Gary, fresh off a dope flip
Do the speed limit, pay attention, and never smoke shit
Call up Dominican H and told him I was posted
Baby face gangsta stay with 3 bangers
Heat the microwave and cut up them cookies like Famous Amos
Shit get rectified by sticking this dope in a bitch's anus
Hit the visible, shoot that to my brother, let's get this paper Bitch

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Wild style, wild style
It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
It's the return

[Verse 3: Fred the Godson]
Flow superior to others, often than I'm fell
Freddie and Fred, feel like I'm talking to myself
Far as rhymes: I'm awesome
The metaphors I own want they own line in a auction
Caution, n***as I'm offing, no discussion
Your moms'll take care of the coffin, Robatussin
Selectah [?] I ain't really got beef, I'm just kind of collector
It's the return of the wild style
Ice in the quarter rock, back to the vials now
They one dimensional, I got styles now
Tomorrow's best lyrics is my freestyles now
I respect you when you when you spit shit
You far from nice you need jet blue to get there
I might style Slick Rick mixed with Ric Flair
Pardon my terminology but I get it in
Yeah