Lyrics:
No Cash Sick Bastards

make you feel more like a man???? its bastards like you who need to prove themselves by putting yer wife and kids through hell sick bastards, sick bastards sick bastards

it make you feel more like a man???? its bastards like you who need to prove themselves by putting yer wife and kids through hell sick bastards, sick bastards sick bastards

Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle, Magazine star datin' nothing but the models, I went from a hardtop to a convertible like Imma transformer, (You bastards, bastards

place is in the wake It's time I retaliate I'll make you mother fuckers pay Now point me to the motherfuckin', yay You lookin' at a sick bastard This

comes across the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict

and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the motherfuckin' world Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass Q.B. Braveheart nigga (Put it on) Was classified as the bastard

it's happened before and now it's happening again rancid rotten bastards fucking trying to cash in they're on tv and they're on the radio on the cover

cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash

the way, there is no cure A lust we can't control, it's a rather sick position dont'cha think In a nightmare that I had, with a sick demented man...