house o' the dead and foul shit I'm bickerin' 'cause I'm sicker than a Beretta slit your moms throat while she's fuckin' me so her seizure makes her riding
cat, exactly where he live at And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey So when I get there God it
shattered dreams Got Chyna comin' out of 'er jeans. Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight Pretties up the outside to cover-up what
gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick
how it goes (Verse 2) Holidays and you know what the business is You get two birthdays and two Christmases Older you get you resent how sick it is They
Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick but after i get sick i just get sad. because it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken but always being
mother with those two little guys Her mean mother stepped up, said to me hi Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye Punched her in the belly
Back with another banger to set off the summer Better get up and come a-round cause the way our shit will be cloggin up the toilet You probably should
Quik] Get back, get forward, get raised, get lowered Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen They get
lured into corners by the peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow Bet suburban kids
poet, never did mention I love my lady rebel We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this
me and your girl gon' wake up in the same bed. Wiping her mouth, Claiming she never even gave head. I'll murder K-Fed, And hit Britney up. Oh, you got two kids
make a livin, baby daddy's either deadbeats or locked up in prison neither way to help her out so it make me no different, she got to raise children on her
A bitch talk I don't hesitate to stab her Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala Then I take her out, I drag her in the house The funs
bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your kids
white girl When hot water hits the skin, she turns into a boulder The bitch got me paranoid, lookin' over my shoulder Po-po's wanna kill her, the hustlers love her Get
a pig, your wig eaten up No need to dig, jigged up, bleeding from your ribs like squibs I'll eat the brains of your kids kids Male shovanist with a '
don't pay 'em! [hook: jagged edge] Cut up! know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky