Oh bitch Im country as cowboy boots
High debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck yall want do
Either keep up or you cant, cant
Met em through a bar-b-q, cracker through yo thang, thang
I aint come here for no dumb shit
You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick
When its finished over and done with
Ima smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch
I aint no speedy when you say I beat it too much
I aint gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough
See me losin fuck the big butt women
Woman walkin funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin in the front cause T.V.s runnin
Peanut-butter leather seat, with Big Truck on it
I mustve kidnapped the nigga man-huntin
Cause I heard em hollain hold on baby Im comin
Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what youre spoused to
Come give me brains, stop lookin strange fix your jeans
Its just like I told you, walk like Im spoused to
Man Im the only mother-fuckin black prince of the south
So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out
I make yo momma sake a tell feather
Dont tell yo daddy that Im here, cause you know I make him feel great
Gone get yo sex, you just turn me on
While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song
I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off, before you knows ??
I give it to him and this bitch cant handle
Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of 8th street kicks Indiana
No callin me big bucks no wammies
This year Im screamin Jive Records Big Truck God Damn it
Heads up high enough so you can move
Rank CEO slash Rapper, slash fool
Im fixin to blow up like the jar of Dizzy Gilespie
Ever the vesent ?? come get me
Grammy nominated, especially
The Soul Train award winner, call me black Elvis Presly
You probably ?? but you see me on
Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock, or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildins, chop down trees
I kick so fuckin hard they say, "Yous Japanese!"
Im up in the minute because of what I invent
Look at your over there with your seatbelt, like Im ??
A.k.a the tarantula, hot rhymes comin from a cannista
They keepin my fan for somethin to brag on
These people in here aint leavin til I finish my fuckin last song
Bitch walk like a balberin, tall dark and cut
Now keep your fuckin hos down
South and the West come together
However, we plan on doing this shit quite clever
My nigga Mystikal, its ya boy Butch Cass
And we put a foot off in they ass
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