Over There Shit
(Indisponível)
Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
Here’s the new shit I’m on we can all get along
But if ya step to me wrong I’m gonna bang ya like a gong
And I don’t need a gang to do it, I creep solo
Beat ya till ya dead, put out ya freakin’ head
That’s how I do because I’m sick like that
And you’ll get kicked like that If ya fakin’ the funk
I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets from all the good times
That I spent with ya hookers some were good lookers
And some were just stunts after too many blunts
Ya gotcha arm around ya girl but don’t make me laugh kid
Gettin’ steam pressured your girl’s schemin’ on the grafted
Jail faced Celt, backed up catch a welt
From the buckle of my belt now tell me how that felt
CHORUS
Oh, I’m on some of the over there shit (3x)
I’m on some milky I don’t care shit
I don’t care
It’s the return of the livin’ dead
Put all concerned to bed I’m alive and kickin’
Ask any girl I’m stickin’
Back once again, I never shot no heroin
Or hit the glass pipe, ass wipe stop the rumor
I’ll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I’ll leave your shit all swollen
Get off my dick ‘cause thick is how I’m rollin’
The Soul Assassainator’ll get ya open like a crator
I’m down with psycho Vader ‘cause I’m flava’ like a plate a’
Corn beef and cabbage I’m a savage on the set
Don’t do nothin’ you’ll regret because you’ll end up gettin’ wet like water
I’m out for slaughter, cops lock up your daughter
CHORUS
I rock it page style ‘cause freed damaged ya
If ya play me close punk I’m gonna’ damage ya
We got the Funkdoobie in the House
With the Mickey Mouse
I spot a hooker then I’m runnin up in ya blouse
I ain’t a bitch so don’t play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety’s off
Pullin’ on the trigger, ain’t nuthin brave
But I’m a sick fucker like a red-neck trucker
And I just might buck ya down, you’re starin’ down my barrell
So ya jump around, ya try to get away
But I’m too quick to pull so don’t try to gas me
Punk, my tank’s full, I ain’t got the time
I don’t need the fuel, punk we can duel
I’ll take ya ass to school then break down the lesson
Here’s the pop quiz, I get’s top billin’, you can ask Giz
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