'S MOTHER] look at her. There are bugs on her dugs. There are flies in her eyes. There's a lump on her rump Big enough to be a hump- [JACK] But- [JACK
tell your moms to mind her business before I let go Remember your sister and her boyfriend Sam Seed? Your momma's the real reason why your sister lost her man Her
wattup bitch? Say that shit again Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick Bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin Went through his bitch on the way back hit his
Pay the rent Working, working, he's working so hard Pushing, pushing, he's pushing his car A wife, a house, and a dog and two kids The IRS squeeze out
, start trouble inside the waffle house Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine Had a little knife, tried to flick his
did I know they had night vision goggles, when they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle. Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home, nuthin
s got the face of an angel But there's a devil in his eyes He's such a delicate thing but when he starts in to squeeze You'd be surprised He doesn't
house o' the dead and foul shit I'm bickerin' 'cause I'm sicker than a Beretta slit your moms throat while she's fuckin' me so her seizure makes her riding
Got the sun against my brain, a girl in my ear, I like her for her I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her Sometimes, I can't figure it
her mouth She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it I'm cool as ever, she's too excited Her man look like, he want to fight But he ain't doing
against the grain, got the sun against my brain A girl in my ear, I like her for her I'm addicted to this shit, I like it like I like her Sometimes I
, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga
that shit again! Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
stop, start trouble inside the waffle house Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine Had a little knife, tried to flick his
mother found my crack platter Threw it away so I snap at her, back slapped her She picked up the bat like Maguire For that matter hit me, I was back at her Come home
me miss, but do you have a treat?" She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feet I ran to the next house happy and giddy And there i seen
ta hit her again, but that shit STOPS I kick him in his throat, you hear his neck break I throw a roundhose and knock his beard off his face I tell him