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I can't take it no more
fk you
fk you girls
fk this rap s**t
nigg* don't ask me for s**t
I'm sick of all the cameras
fk all you scavengers
Punk as* record labels
Scandalous as* managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
b*tch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy as* fk I'll take that as* for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
fk you in the as* wit a coat hanger nigg*
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
fk all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin have it
Makin the finest girls toss my salad
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that nigg* Dub has arisen
Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky s**t we runnin'
Hold that s**t
Light that s**t
Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish s**t down yo' I'm the locest
And to the girls
Skinny girls
Fat bithces
Big girls thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo p*ssy busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your p*ssy fk you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
fk a bed I'm leavin carpet burns all on your back
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
b*tch, me fkin you is like stickin razor blades in your p*ssy
Big girls I'm tackelin and d*ck stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
fk a ?nigg*? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy d*ck
Let them other treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone
Chorus: (2x)
Run run
better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The p*ssy banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of blood fangers
And this b*tch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swngin the barrel jumpin off
H double O D S T A claimin and ya'll know I'm famous
To all you b*tch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat s**t and die slowly
You can't fade me face it my s**t bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta s**t I comes to reign
fk this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that's right
fk all ya'll
b*tch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muth*fka)
fk all ya'll