Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Prime Minister Pete Nice and Daddy RichНазвание : Rat BastardДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Come on up face to face And I`ll meet you at the bar Hey! I`ll cut your belly up You dirty, rotten, rat bastard) (You dirty, rotten, rat bastard) (You dirty, rotten, rat bastard) (It rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it`s told) (Rubs the lotion on the skin [ ] gets the hoes again) (What you fuckin want)) (Muthafucka duck) [ VERSE 1 ] [I hear] you puff and swig on a bottle Rode on your hoe, now she`s a role model I hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards [ ] the deck [ ] times is hard Diggedy you remember the night that I met cha? I dismembered your limbs and fed cha Apple sauce, pork chops, and beans No cigarettes, know what I mean? Wind it up, wind it up on the binge You`re readin my lips on a lunatic fringe Hinges swing, so I swing my cleaver Straight for the crotch, I leave ya to the beaver Latoya, I`m leaving ya on the next plane Sorry I left the ice pick in your brain Work and no play [ ] New jacks steal, and it`s a nine to the skull Red-red-redbone, redbone, you run Rich, bring em back ([ ]) get some Of this, blow, make a wish If you`re dead and you know it, the body bag drips (Now you don`t know what pain is) [ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ] The wiggedy-wicked Psycho runnin through the woods Stickin up picnics, and robbin all goods Prrr - stick em, hah, nobody move I got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cut smooth Smooth - yo, I don`t get upset I dig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then I jet Back and goin way back like a blessin Psycho Les on the loose passin Through your turf, knockin ducks off the earth They got nerve, fuckin shit is what they`re worth Yo, I`m fuckin [ ] from each burrough Since I`m not Annie, don`t expect me to love you tomorrow I shot my bow and arrow through hearts and butt Caught your girl, I knocked her Doc Martins off (Iaah) that`s all you heard Donkey style`s the style she preferred After I nut, she called her friends ([ ]) Came to my hut and tried to gas me for months Three buffalo gals I kicked round the outside My mama said [ ] three buffalo heads I flied [ VERSE 3 ] I bring the bats in my belt, [ ] you on your knees Some want my g`s, please, baby, please Prostitute yourself for the liznoot Give up the bizznoot, then let em shoot If i was a rich man, then I`d dick you If i was a derelict, then I`d stick you Mister Softie, you don`t even know me Is that shit in your pants? (Oh man, oh man) Fear in heart, shit on yourself Your shit is wack, your shit stays on the shelf I make ya an offer you can`t but refuse it Shoes in cement, I do ya, you lose it The Rat Bastard, that`s what they call me The Rat Bastard don`t give a fuck, blow me Up like a platinum act that know how to act No gas face, just hear the heads crack You say, "Don`t - don`t hurt me again" You shoulda brought an automatic weapon, my man Pop goes the weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutlass Supreme To the river, and the end of the scheme | Похожие исполнители:
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