Fuck you titty suckin, two balled bitch
With a fat bruised clit
My big compoto bitch
Oh shit, fucking, ass licking, piss sucking, cunt
These nuts on your lips
Kentucky fried kung-pao clits
I don't know what to say
So what don't give up on me now (don't give a fuck) (don't get off on me)
I don't know what to say, so what
Saggy tits swinging between your fat, crusty arm pits
Big ass hairy mole between your pussy lips
Cunt, shit, cock, dick, cunt, tit, barf, piss, balls, ass, pecker, queef
Oh shit, fuck, bitch, damn fuckin diarhea slut, with HIV
Chorus:
I have fought to find something to say,
But now I found something to say
Fuck you!, Punk ass bitch
Chorus:
Fuck...Shit...Bitch
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"No Place to Hide"
Ha Ha Ha
I see your faces and I do not understand why
Each time I dream you standin there, right by my side
Why do you make me, you take my pride
And in my eyes you kinda rape me, inside
I have no place to run and hide
I have have no place to hide which I like
Some look at the time, I looked back into my life
You want to touch me to see what's in my eyes
Why do you make me remember all the hate all its shame
Don't you hate me, sometimes?
Chorus :
I have no place to run, so come on follow me
I don't know where to run, so come on follow me
I have no place to run
...which I like
Chorus
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"Wicked"
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones...
Wicked
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9's
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck Buck Buck but it's a must to Duck Duck Duck
Before I bust ya
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'neal
Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I'll rock that tassle baby, take it... cos I'm
'Cause I get Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on the volume
Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin...
Chorus:
People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y'all might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
Chorus
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"A.D.I.D.A.S"
Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreamin' of something that I can never be
It doesn't bother to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that i see
in all of my fantasies
I don't know your fucking name.
So what, let's...
Screaming to be the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up realities,
so I turn and stroke it harder, 'cause its so fun to see my face staring back at me.
I don't know your fucking name.
So what, let's fuck.
All Day I Dream About Sex
All Day I Dream About fuckin'
Chorus
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"Low Rider"
This is the Caco
Shhhhiiiiitt
All my friends drive a low rider
and the lowrider is a little lower
Take a little trip, take a little trip, take a little trip with me
Shit...aww shit, aww shhhiitt, awwww...yup...
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"Ass Itch"
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm helpless to what comes out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
Feelings in my heart
I'm in way too far
Can't it won't go away
Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
I hate writing shit
Ain't looking forward to it
What's fucked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I gotta let this song inside me...free...
Set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
Before long my song is dying
That's why I died, this lie, I try
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"Kill You"
Live'n life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painful thoughts occur
Yell at me, again I'm wrong
In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy
All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me
Now these memories, fill my heart, they bury me
All I wanna do
You are not my real mother
Is kill you
should I beat and stab and fuck her
Looking back I was never ever right
You were my step-mom who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I'd say hello,
but you'd slap me and you make some fucked up comment about my clothes,
then I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head,
were with you with a knife up your ass, laying dead,
so I pop some more caps in your ass,
Now your son is not so fun
Motherfucking bitch
Never try to play me
You made my life not so good
All I wanna do...is kill you
Chorus:
Wish you were dead now
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved...
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