I've made mistakes but I made them over there If I told you twice I'd beat it, what you never thought I'd beat If I told you I survived in your pig society
) I got that fuck a motha fucka attitude. (fuck you) I got a gun and a bitch. (I got two x2) I got a bitch and a gun. (I got two x2) I?m the hottest in
creepin upon me why I'm so high maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me whatever's got into me I don't mind when I'm behind a mic dynamite is what
who big on me, I'm pickin a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me, I'm saying you motherfuckers, don't know'ith, who playin, If I'm broke, then I'm brakin
it's on if they touch me Matter of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me 'Cause fool, I ain't waitin' I'm 5000, so much for gold Daytons I hit a side
Multiply four million how I'm feelin' for my leisure I'm a cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this one I'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you know how dude do
the plan I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic 'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me
A pig, a pig, that's all you'll ever be Refuse to cower to the swine I'm sick of it at the end of my wits Next time you fuck with mine I'm gonna snap
me sing you a little song: I'm gonna make love to you woman Officer Barbrady: Well you ain't Fiona Apple, and if you ain't Fiona Apple I don't give a
Don't tell anyone where I be My sticky situations Hiding, I'm flying I keep them From you Fucking motherfuckers Fucking motherfucker A pig without wings Is just another pig
Screamin', "Fuck the police" when we fly away, thug 'til I die You wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't, turned out, I was raised this way I'm thinkin
my wife out while I think I'm on a date But I rolled the philly and I counted my bread She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head I'm like "Wow
Hell (4X) I'm sendin' cops to Cop Hell (yeah) with gasoline draws Fuck ya boots and ya bullshit thoughts I couldn't give a fuck about ya petty annie I
list Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild I'm psycho just like Michael And I
when I trick up Peter pipper picka, you have to suck my dick up Nigga I'm outta liqour, cuttin' to kill ya quicka Six, six, six, 'cause I'm sick sick sicka
fuckin up the fakes Some shit I make you cant take But dont blame me. (CHORUS) Dont blame me Dont blame me Dont blame me Dont blame me, the devil made me
. Man: I see you shithead! Well the cops are comin' you sick fuck! And if you even think of runnin' away I'll bash your fuckin' skull in with a lead