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Traduzione: Out Of Your Mouth. Bug.
splatters, eatin' up yo shit The loom-loon-loom got your windshield in your face, bitch You can't fuck with a criminal I fill your shit with holes then send your ass to your
that trick a love letter. Train your woman to break a man, man meaning another nigga Just some shit in the game same 'ol same to make your pimpin bigger
like to run your mouth? I guess you really don't know what it's all about. You gots to BOUNCE Get your clothes and BOUNCE Pack your bullshit and BOUNCE Get your
face this skills Pop the peel, bug the fuck out, brake the fuck out when I grab that steel The neutrilizer, the equilizer, meet the heat ? Burn your high
knowin [Verse One:] let me take a little time out to holler at ya you go get your partners cause i'm fit to drop a bug in your ear see what we have
there you go Trying to out do me in my perverted like flow Don't you know You're dealing with the pro like (?) Keep your mouth zipped before you get
grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff Fluttering your way into my mouth, Behind my teeth, reaching for my scars. That night we got kicked out
demo coming? Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your lips Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it The fuckin' prop is too expensive
Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your
extra hoes. So let me plat your puss while I hang you from your undies (hehehehe) no, no in the morning just a kanger in your undies. See I just tickle your
in the streets With heavy guns Bust it Marinate in your self-source A couple shells to dry you out To a pale horse Smashing your image Take it back Then
s possible I'll step in your obstacles [Chorus] Oh shit you better watch out for this Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip Ride on your enemies
enough shake Rza blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out
you, blow your whistle [whistle sound] Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) [Ghostface] Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Tune my voice out, tune
hate it [Hook] [Paul Wall] Here I come, turn your head, why your girl turnin red? You remind me of the type of person that would turn Fed Turn your