and then I press eject, The Mex will check any clique that trips, It don't make sense talkin' lip to clips, Which way to run, where do you hide? Boo
'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape people look at me and laugh and make fun of my face I laugh right back I don't want to be part of the human race I did it
don't forget to bring the toys and We stuck it check it, we gots to keep em gettin bucked naked Makin it soft, we keep these boppers takin it off You gotta take it
Illest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant it You're hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it? Listen inattentive and get no wins Don't
t famous, bitch!) And if so, I don't give a fuck I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck Don't get it flipped ho, you's a hood rat
niggas try to talk shit We hit 'em like the l at 60th and market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets
spoke of babies and all And wanted to shoot your joy It's a hard world when you're the new kid in town Ain't it, henry boy Well the north side is for
a holocaust Don't hide the coast, I ain't yo bro, you actin like you know me though And rap is what you know me fo, the fact is I don't only flow Slow
dick Or make a nigga rich, or somethin, BITCH See I come from the place known as the South Park Zone Talkin shit ain't into clickin take your punk ass
Well, everyone, simply le tout Park Ave. and la creme de Hyannis! Well, the press table's going to be awfully crowded... but if you don't mind sharing
, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape! People look at me and laugh and make fun of my face. I laugh right back, I don't wanna be part of the human race! I did it
't nowhere to hide.. Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul.. Aaargggh, yargh, yargh, yargh.. Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide.. Ain
in silenc and we got the loyal clients Corporate giants, with street science Cookin' dope on a kitchen appliance Don't try it, if you can't keep quiet
goatee and get a disguise and hide, cause it'll be my fault So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't, cause I'm bad for you Chorus: Mr. Mackey (
times, and the way that it look I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not
home of the hard Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get
green like Scope, bitches garg em I... And I ain't even gotta ask if they swallow don't spit Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit I hear you
try to talk shit We hit em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split
