|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
|
So I'mma spit in your face |
|
Uh, straight off the bat, |
|
I comeStraight off my back with a gun like |
|
I'm in Iraq |
|
And in fact |
|
I attack and tackle and sack and crack |
|
And crack 'em and snap back and battle my own shadow' |
|
Cause ya'll wack and all that |
|
Bullshit ya talkin', startin' to get funky |
|
Toss me the chunky, |
|
I'mma brew these punkies |
|
Stir, I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky |
|
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey |
|
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan, boy |
|
I'll shoot this motherfucker 'til |
|
I burn my hand, boy |
|
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boy |
|
This is my game, ask everybody in the stands, boy |
|
I'm all red, |
|
I'm on fire like a ant pile |
|
They put the clamp down if |
|
I put the stamp down |
|
You get the stampede, |
|
I make blood bleed |
|
You suck dick, |
|
I succeedYeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes |
|
So I'mma spit in ya face |
|
KevinSingin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
|
So I'mma spit in your face |
|
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
|
So I'mma spit in your face |
|
If this is a race, |
|
I ain't goin' for no pace |
|
I am goin' for your place, bow ya home, how ya gon' |
|
Fuck with me if |
|
I ain't fuckin' around2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground |
|
Bitch nigga, |
|
I am not your homeboy |
|
We are not from the same home, boy |
|
My Nina Baker bring your joy |
|
I'll destroy who ya employ |
|
I shoot 12 rounds, now |
|
Jr. Jones |
|
RoyY'all so backwards, |
|
I don't do |
|
Backwoods, |
|
I'mma swisher, man8 in the mornin' your body get found by a fisherman |
|
Yeah, You guys is bitches, little girls |
|
And Mr. Smith & |
|
Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl |
|
Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the devil |
|
And I do whatever for the root of all evil |
|
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black medal |
|
Turn your motherfuckin' flowers to feathers |
|
Now fly to heaven |
|
KevinAy, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
|
So I'mma spit in your face |
|
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
|
So I'mma spit in your face |
|
And crazy's what they callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what |
|
I amTry creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded |
|
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, |
|
I'm crackI'm dope in |
|
Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back |
|
Let's just hope that you get it |
|
And if I have anything to do with it, motherfucker, |
|
I did itYeah, |
|
Young Tune, gorilla monsoon |
|
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon' |
|
Cause you'll get sun, you just get it soon |
|
Turn your |
|
I.D. to a tomb |
|
Goons are us, the food's for us |
|
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us |
|
We will take the knives and we will take the wives |
|
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives |
|
YeahSo I'mma spit in your face |
|
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
|
So I'mma spit in your face |
|
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh |
|
Oh, ohI'mma spit in your face |
