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(feat. Psycho Les) |
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(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard |
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Come on up face to face |
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And I'll meet you at the bar |
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Hey! |
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I'll cut your belly up |
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You dirty, rotten, rat bastard) |
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(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard) |
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(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard) |
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(It rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it's told) |
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(Rubs the lotion on the skin |
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[ ] gets the hoes again) |
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(What you fuckin want)) |
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(Muthafucka duck) |
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[VERSE 1] |
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[I hear] you puff and swig on a bottle |
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Rode on your hoe, now she's a role model |
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I hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards |
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[ ] the deck [ ] times is hard |
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Diggedy you remember the night that I met cha? |
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I dismembered your limbs and fed cha |
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Apple sauce, pork chops, and beans |
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No cigarettes, know what I mean? |
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Wind it up, wind it up on the binge |
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You're readin my lips on a lunatic fringe |
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Hinges swing, so I swing my cleaver |
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Straight for the crotch, I leave ya to the beaver |
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Latoya, I'm leaving ya on the next plane |
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Sorry I left the ice pick in your brain |
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Work and no play [ ] |
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New jacks steal, and it's a nine to the skull |
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Red-red-redbone, redbone, you run |
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Rich, bring em back ([ ]) get some |
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Of this, blow, make a wish |
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If you're dead and you know it, the body bag drips |
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(Now you don't know what pain is) |
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[VERSE 2: Psycho Les] |
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The wiggedy-wicked Psycho runnin through the woods |
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Stickin up picnics, and robbin all goods |
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Prrr - stick em, hah, nobody move |
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I got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cut smooth |
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Smooth - yo, I don't get upset |
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I dig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then I jet |
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Back and goin way back like a blessin |
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Psycho Les on the loose passin |
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Through your turf, knockin ducks off the earth |
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They got nerve, fuckin shit is what they're worth |
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Yo, I'm fuckin [ ] from each burrough |
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Since I'm not Annie, don't expect me to love you tomorrow |
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I shot my bow and arrow through hearts and butt |
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Caught your girl, I knocked her Doc Martins off |
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(Iaah) that's all you heard |
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Donkey style's the style she preferred |
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After I nut, she called her friends ([ ]) |
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Came to my hut and tried to gas me for months |
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Three buffalo gals I kicked round the outside |
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My mama said [ ] three buffalo heads I flied |
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[VERSE 3] |
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I bring the bats in my belt, [ ] you on your knees |
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Some want my g's, please, baby, please |
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Prostitute yourself for the liznoot |
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Give up the bizznoot, then let em shoot |
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If i was a rich man, then I'd dick you |
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If i was a derelict, then I'd stick you |
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Mister Softie, you don't even know me |
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Is that shit in your pants? (Oh man, oh man) |
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Fear in heart, shit on yourself |
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Your shit is wack, your shit stays on the shelf |
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I make ya an offer you can't but refuse it |
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Shoes in cement, I do ya, you lose it |
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The Rat Bastard, that's what they call me |
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The Rat Bastard don't give a fuck, blow me |
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Up like a platinum act that know how to act |
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No gas face, just hear the heads crack |
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You say, "Don't - don't hurt me again" |
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You shoulda brought an automatic weapon, my man |
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Pop goes the weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutlass Supreme |
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To the river, and the end of the scheme |