fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her Too many clothes, gotta rag
day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted White boys say my style is bitchin' Keepin' coke in the kitchen
Pizzle to come on and a I can do anything and everything with new flows Then take this Manny track and tear the game a new asshole Me and my do-rag
yuh when fishin? Ready fi dun a bow cat now wid nuh hitchin? Buss it up buss it up Mi see hallow point a reach him Hail inna dem mount a gal kitchen
9"] Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah) I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you And my kitchen
curb, tell the hood I'm back Give me a corner, let me serve Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks
love me, hold me at night and hug me You got the phone from my pocket to beep me and bug me Forget the do rag, I ain't no thug, gee, I'm more bugged
and criticize fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen She was fifty one years
pouring Out of your crooked spout Last night was a record to be broken It broke all over the kitchen floor Oh no don't you go I'm coming back with a rag
the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag And if you use a cup in the
[Skip] Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin But
I think a change (A change would do you good) Would do you good (A change would do you good) God's little gift is on the rag Poster girl, posin' in a
good) I think a change (A change would do you good) Would do you good (A change would do you good) God's little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing
When I was a girl I witnessed an accident A man struck by an automobile He fell through the atmosphere Like a rag doll with magical powers Or a spaceship
all fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen She was fifty-one years old and
And it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin version With the sticker on the front to piss off his dad Just tell that bitch to get off the rag, huh Little
OF THE SHIT EATERS (get rid of the shit eaters) Someone has got to put a stop to this shit eating. The shit eaters sleep in the kitchen with their feets
