|
|
|
0-10 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Home |
| Lyrics Submitted By: Dave |
| When I just a little baby boy, |
| my momma used to tell me these crazy things |
| She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, |
| she used to tell me he hated me |
| But then I got a little bit older |
| and I realized, she was the crazy one |
| But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it |
| cause that's just the way she was |
| They said I can't rap about bein broke no more |
| They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more |
| (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore |
| til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?! |
| (AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin |
| Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it |
| (AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you |
| I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you |
| (AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos |
| Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? |
| "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, |
| snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" |
| You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late |
| I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states |
| I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches |
| vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} |
| Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all |
| danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on |
| Blood, guts, guns, cuts |
| Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts |
| Chorus: |
| Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me |
| Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me |
| Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef |
| We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef |
| You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead |
| for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said |
| But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me |
| Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me |
| .. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?) |
| Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha) |
| I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) |
| Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you.. |
| Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you |
| in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you |
| Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! |
| I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em |
| I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid |
| Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added |
| WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO! |
| Just criminal intent to sodomize women again |
| Eminem offend? NO! Eminem an insult |
| And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse |
| to do it again, THEN, if he does it again |
| you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th |
| (Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus |
| I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest |
| A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times |
| in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? |
| Serial killer hidin murder material |
| in a cereal box on top of your stereo |
| Here we go again, we're out of our medicine |
| out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in |
| Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!") |
| Eh-heh, know why I say these things? |
| Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams |
| And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks |
| this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE! |
| TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things |
| Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks |
| Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows |
| just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? |
| FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer |
| from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her |
| from principal to the student body and counselor |
| from in-school to before school to out of school |
| I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs |
| just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it |
| OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY |
| I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J. |
| I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE |
| You faggots keep eggin me on |
| til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? |
| SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet |
| I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you |
| YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME! |
| Chorus (first line starts Or "I'ma kill you!" ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!") |
| Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies |
| You know I love you |
|
All rights reserved by Webbed Feet Producktions.® Copyright © 1999-2001 |