oh please please please no, your just not funny ya know So stick around here for a week or three or four I passed out one time by your door It was twenty to four
[Verse 1: I'll Bill] My fist is a gun, my fingers is individual pistols System overload, glitches toe to toe, eye to eye, soul to soul Walk amongst the
back of a jeep Stackin the heat, pilin the ones Made her point when violence was brung Regulated and balanced the slums Brought in a cat with a talent
The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [
me Live a quiet life, take a wife fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night Gimme a bitch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale A thousand pounds to a bail
smashin I am throwin Young Assassin I am growin up real fast and All I know is flow and rappin They call me young Roscoe the Philly Fanatic Silly sporadic dippin in traffic grippin the matic Sharp as a guillotine still a
the Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter and - the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher Plus, the Fat Fuckin Bitch Backslapper And not forgetting - The One Finger Ringer So, until next time boys and
and park it Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged like cavewomen, while I
' a mile away and it figures Somebody took a grease pencil and wrote on a car Whites own niggers [x8] Paid it no mind no it's lunch time I'm sittin' quietly then a
a western - my dance floor date My rodeo romeo, a cowboy god from head to toe Wanna make you mine better get in line 5-6-7-8 [Chorus] Foot kickin' - finger
and Mac 11's Desert Eagles and A K 47's Slice your throat just like a goat You boys can't see me with a microscope Kick down your door and found your
Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready
a million, fill the body bag In my murder coupe, call it toe tag Spend a grip n-gga, call me 4 Jags And n-gga I'm killin' 'em, call a murder case Got
want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, A bitch straight down Penitentiary bound With the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a
killers You muthafuckas better mob up [Repeat] [Liffy Stokes] It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics And pumps and pull the triggers and
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but
Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter And the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher Plus, the Fat Fuckin' Bitch Backslapper And not forgetting The One Finger Ringer So, until next time boys and